A Placeholder

Have you ever just felt like you were a part of someone's life because they didn't have anyone else? That's how I've felt with D lately. It's a lot of small things that when you look at them together say, "He doesn't really want to be with you." And he won't discredit that. At least he won't talk to me long enough to try. I mean, I realize that his job is important, but that isn't where the problem is. I feel like I have to end things and find someone who is going to love me and communicate with me about our relationship instead of clamming up every time I ask to talk about something. Something is missing from the first time we were together. I felt like I was more important the first time we started dating. That's really all I have. I just think it should be known that I'm not a placeholder for whatever he thinks might be better.