When I got home this evening to the apartment we once shared, I noticed as I put my key in the lock, the pink paint you put on the key has almost worn off. I use that key at least twice a day and I never noticed. Kinda like my feelings for you. They used to be strong, even overwhelming at times. The more time that passes, the less feelings I have. I even have days when I don't think of you at all. I wonder if when the paint finally chips off into nothingness, if I'll finally have no feelings for you.