I look through old pictures and old notes and think about the old days. I realize that I kind of miss you. Actually, I miss you a lot.. so much that it literally hurts sometimes. I miss the old you. The one that I loved and the one that I adored.
It’s crazy how much can change in a matter of months, but I just have to live with it. It sucks to move on and know that you’ve moved on, as well, but you seem to be doing fine and I’m actually alright myself.
I still think about you a lot; I still wonder how you’re doing: how you’re doing without me. I wish we could relive those great memories we had together, but life doesn’t rewind for anyone.
No matter what happened/happens, I still care about you, even if “you” are not the same you that I once knew.
