You know that you aren't important to me. You know that you will never be someone that I think about all day. You know that you will never be anyone that I make a priority. In fact, the only reason that I allow you to be around is because you pay. That is all you are good to me. Just one big wallet, opening up and sending and spending, whenever I say. Nothing is too extreme for me and we both know my tastes are expensive. I giggle, you pay, just the way it is supposed to be.