We were in the truck, I was in the back. He and she were in the front. It was quiet. I kept thinking about how he didn't care for us anymore now that the little one had come around and I wished I could bring it up. We got to talking about friends somehow. She and I. I told her I didn't know if I even had a best friend because all my friendships are shallow. "No one cares about me as much as I care about them," I told her. He laughed and told me to quit it. He always laughs at words that come from my heart. I now focused my attention on him, I said I was serious. "I'm serious." I took a breath. "And I'm starting to feel that way about you, too, Paul. You only come to see Bella now." He burst into laughter. Again, at my serious words. He said he didn't text the little one every day and kept laughing. I considered telling him it was probably because she was three years old and didn't have a cell phone but kept my mouth shut. The subject was dropped. I thought a lot about my relationships and the city around me. I cried two tears and I hated myself as I did so and the span of the entire day afterwards. My heart hasn't been the same since the realization that everyone leaves me for another.