You changed dramatically when I left you and for that I’m partially sorry, I used to worry that I broke you because you always seemed so fragile although if I told you that you’d hate it. You make playlists about me and when I ask shut me down, My past self isn’t a possession you can hold on to and caress I’m an ever changing person and you never let us heal. You’re immaturity astounded me, I really did think you were someone else. However it’s only in the thick of it that you see someone’s true colours. A part of me hopes that there still exists a you from the beginning, It’s mostly hazy now but I’m sure there was some purity. I don’t think about you much. But when I do i just am dissappointed that we arent friends :(