They told me you still worry about me. You keep following me and asking how I am. Maybe it's true, but if you really were concerned, you wouldn't ignore me, wouldn't speak to me in frozen words like Arctic ice, nor with looks that chill the blood like a freezer does with water. If you truly care, you wouldn't use intermediaries to find out how I am; you would come and ask as you used to. Do you really care? I don't see any signs of that in you.