Have you ever felt like dragging things? Like you are the one always trying to be in touch. Trying to connect or something. Maybe the others don't want-- but yeah! you push hard. Broke my heart, many times. But then I have moved feeling hadn't I feel good if someone wished me on/for something? Wouldn't it feel good to be remebered and cared and loved? Life's about that right? But naah! it's not like that. It doesn't matter. Doesn't at all.
Metta!