It's a beautiful windy day outside, so I decide to go smoke. Too bad I don't even see you. You can watch me as the wind blows my hair and cigarette smoke around, as I check my phone and even giggle at a status that I find way more interesting than you. I call to my cat and watch airplanes fly by, but still don't even acknowledge your existence. You might think I see you every now and then, but you're too worthless to pay attention to. Wait, am I reaching over to you? Don't get your hopes up, I'm just ashing my cigarette