I’m sorry I changed. I still want to be your little girl, your partner in crime but I grew up. I miss cuddling you and I miss holding onto your leg when you would come home from work. I still love you and I don’t think you know how much. I love you the same, the only thing that has changed is my maturity level. I’m not saying i’m too old to love my dad and he his best friend but you act like I am too busy for you. We fight too much. I love you.