To what we once were

This is for you -

I could have been the one to tell you that it'll be okay - that it will always be. But I'm keeping my silence.

I'm sorry that my ego is too big for me to break through the barrier and reach out again. But just know that I am not like them - not like what you said. Your comparison was uncalled for. It stung. Did you even know?

There isn't anymore anger simmering. There is just regret - for the carelessness, for the naiveté.

I don't know you anymore. And somehow, today, it made me sad.

But mulling over the shoulda, coulda, wouldas won't make a difference.

Only you would understand. The happy times are gone. It just makes me sad.

- J