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It's been so long... Since I've really thought about.... what's going to happen...

I remember in 6th grade. When you were so innocent and when I would pass you in the halls you wouldn't look twice at me. Or sometimes you would look and I wouldn't look back.
That was before I capitalized my 'i's and used commas when I typed.
I miss when everyone was close. Not a soul cared if it was black and grey, because we thought we saw a rainbow anyway.
Where are you now?
Who are you now?
I read you, and I don't understand.
Where is 6th grade... I liked it when you would tell obvious lies to make your life seem harder than others. I liked that imperfection. I liked that you hung out with girls and didn't care. I liked that you liked who I hung out with. I liked when you talked about possibilities. We would sit in the grass and talk about what it would be like then.
Who am I now to you?
Have you forgotten?
Because every time we talked of the future, we had each other as a part of it, right?
I'm not trying to be creepy. Please don't think that because I'm saying this I like you.
I don't, trust me.
When was the last time you said something nice to anyone besides your little circle?
What are the chances you give a s**t that I'm writing this about you?
I liked it before complications.
Before sex and drugs. Before right and wrong. Before moral decisions and commas and capitol 'i's and when the possibilities were endless. Just as long as those possibilities were with you and me.

I don't miss you. I miss who you were. Because missing the person I see today, it truly, truly sad.