I notice everything. And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.
You know how whenever you’re talking to your boyfriend/girlfriend and they tell you a story about their ex? Then when you ask who it is, they say “Oh you don’t know them.” But you still ask who, you still wonder, for the sole reason you’re a curious lover who wants to know the name of somebody who held their heart before you did.