It’s wild how different thoughts of you feel now.
Like I can remember looking forward to you and everything that came along with you.
And I also remember genuine smiles.
I guess presumed certainty warmed me.
Now when I think of you, its always such a grim feel.
I liken the ambience to that of walking through a bad neighborhood,
knowing you need to be on guard at all times.
This is truly unfortunate.
I remember when you were crazy about me and it seems like they helped you find your sanity.
I always felt like we were so different from everyone else.
Like we had this connection and we weren’t like the rest of these people.
But when you chose them you made me feel normal.
Almost like being different was wrong.
It’s as if they converted you.
Or maybe they didn’t convert you.
Maybe you were never different.
Maybe you didn’t change.
Maybe this is who you really were the entire time.
Maybe you pretended to be abnormal to make me feel like it was okay to take my mask off.
If so, great job.