Then, we used to text non-stop. You’d text me in the morning, usually to complain about work. And we’d text all day and all night until one of us fell asleep. Now, I maybe get a text once a week. The conversations don’t last long.
Then, we’d greet each other with a hug or a weird smile. Now, we stick our tongues out at each other, scare/sneak up on each other, or I ignore you’re there until you make the first move.
Then, you used to get my attention by looking at me and making a funny face. Now, you still do that, but I also get food thrown at my head from time to time.
Then, we used to make plans. Now, I have to hint like crazy.
Then, you made me feel happy and comfortable. Now, I still feel comfortable and so uncomfortable at the same time. Like, I know something isn’t being said on both of our parts. You hang around like you want to say something and you almost look disappointed when one of us walks away or someone else comes around.
Then, I saw potential in you. Now, I’m terrified to even think about you. Because this hurts. It all sucks.