It's not as strong as it was. But it's there.
I miss you.
You haven't been around lately, and I miss you.
I'm unafraid to say it.
But let's be honest. You don't miss me. You're happy with who you are.
And I'm scared and upset over how easy it's become to accept that of people.
That they leave.
They disappoint.
They fuck up and leave you disenchanted.
This is stone.
This is hardness.
And I can't change the way people think.
The way people are.
The way you used to look at me was all in my head.
The way you look through me now is all that's left.
And I am savagely glad.
xxxx
