No Regrets Just Nostalgia

as bad as it sounds,
whenever you text me or message me or interact with me in any way,
my heartbeat stops beating its normal beat.
why is it that you make me get all jittery inside?
i have little empathy for you.
yet you're the one that makes my heart race.
you're the one who revs me up with anger.
you're the one who i catch myself staring at.
and i feel nothing.
hollow shells of nothing.
but what do i do?
ignore it.
the way you treat me is acceptable,
but the way i treated you was unacceptable.
and we both don't believe in regret.
the nostalgia just sticks there at the back of my head.
but we'd never get caught in person.