If one day,

If one day you became my camera, you still wouldn't be able to see what I see because you're never looking. And it wouldn't matter how much I zoomed in or out because you're never paying attention. You'll never be able to understand my contentment of a good captured memory because you never took ours to heart. And if I tried explaining to you how important this is to me, you wouldn't hear me because you're never listening. And if I reached for your hand, you would turn away because you don't care.

You never did.