Deep down, I miss the old you. I don’t like this new one.  So cold, there’s no friendship, I miss love, I miss talks played out, I miss you caring more, I miss everything. No, It’s not the reason that I felt in love for you, for you to to be another jerk, I felt in love with you because you were different.
Changing is good, but you can’t change your essence, that thing that makes you be who you are.
Do you even remember? Smiles for no reason, fights also for no reason, the exaggerated jealous, the calls to the down, the hugs, the care in spiking, the kindness in your eyes,  the need to see each other constantly, the plans, the dreams, the everything, YOU. I don’t think that you even remember how interesting you used to be, but you are no longer  to be like the others, those ones, that I never cared about, that I don’t even like.

So close, so distant…