I’m not part of your world anymore, but we do have history. A lot. More than that girl you’re with. I don’t think you actually like her. I think you

think you like her because she checks off boxes that your mother has, and she appears to have the connections you need, or you logically think you need because of your occupational status. It just all makes sense. It’s convenient for “your story”. And you know what, I get it. Things end. People change. Life goes on… I’m just calling you out on it though; the truth. I wish you would live as your self… You used to not be this way, but something happened along the way. Perhaps it dawned on you that you had been living too much “in the flow” so you snapped and went the other way. Unfortunately goin too far in the other direction doesn’t make you, or anyone genuine… Do you know how many years it’s been since I started thinking about you? It’s not my job to save you or do anything. I know that. I used to think I loved you, but I guess I don’t even really know who you are anymore since you’ve abandoned your genuine self. Yet, I’m still here thinkin about you. I think about you all the time because you represent something and I’m not quite sure what it is. Whatever it is I obviously don’t have it or am having trouble discovering it within myself. But why would I want to be like someone who is disgenuine? No, it’s not that part I want. It’s something and I don’t know what it is. That’s why I wanted to be around you so I can see what it could be. Sadly we never really hung out as often as I would like… I’d like to hangout and talk, just chill. Miss you.