You've been right by my side since I can remember. From when we woke up till when we went to sleep, we were connected. More like immersed. And we were both happy. I knew what it was like, I had gotten a taste, and I felt like the luckiest being. You were one of two that knew everything there was to know about me. We felt important to each other. We had each other's approvals. I am you. For years this was my reality, it was how I lived. We talked about our future, and we talked about our pasts. You inflicted harm on things around you when words were misunderstood.
Why can't that happen now. Words and actions being misunderstood has what has caused this spiralling downfall. And now I'm afraid there's no turning back. You have been influenced by negativity. By insecurity. In a way I blame you, in others I don't. But yet, I haven't changed. I haven't had a dramatic personality alteration. I have remained the common denominator. Too bad it doesn't matter.
It will all be over soon. It doesn't matter. You don't matter. I do.
