I feel empty now. You don’t make me happy. I make myself happy to say you make me happy I that makes sense. I feel nothing for you. My feelings for you have diminished. I wonder if this is how you feel about me. I miss the you I met as a child. You’re so cold now. I want to hold you in my arms for a long time. I’ll stay for now. Just until you grow up. I want to see you become what I know you can. I miss you I do. And that’s the most painful part.