To no one in particular

Here is something for no one in particular.
How are you?
I wonder what are you doing right now.

You never really loved me, yes I know
For you, I've cried many nights, no you don't know.
Remember the times when we walk those roads in wordless whisper?
The resounding silence that speaks from your heart, empty.

You can't and don't love me anymore.
It's okay you know.
Just let me know.
I will still love you.
Perhaps yes,
Perhaps no,
I don't know.
You are afterall no one in particular.

Are you a stranger or a dear friend?
Perhaps you don't care,
perhaps you do.
Does it matter?
I don't know, you are no one in particular.

Does all this sound a tad queer?
Why?
I'm afterall writing to no one in particular.
And I hope you get me.
No one, ya?