I feel pretty humiliated that you don't have anything else to say to me. I'm reminded of the abject mortification of responding to a stranger's hello as you pass them only to realize their greeting was directed at someone else. The embarrassment of being caught thinking somebody not only notices you exist but deems you worthy of acknowledgement. As if!

It occurs to me that you were telling the truth and you really aren't bothered by me. That's how beneath your notice I've become. I'm a complete non-entity that can be dismissed with a careless wave of the hand, like swatting away a fly.

It's almost comical to see such stark evidence of your disinterest. Well, it would be if it wasn't accompanied by a pang of loss. Loss of the illusion if not of anything I ever actually possessed.