You’ve changed.
You’ve become almost like a different person.
There are still some parts of you that I recognize, but I’m frightened in time to come, I won’t recognize that as well.
I know circumstances change people, but I don’t think I like the new you that you’ve become. I acknowledge that people change. I know that time moulds people differently.
But I’m afraid.
I’m afraid the next time I see you; I wouldn’t recognize you at all. I’m afraid the next time I talk to you; you wouldn’t be the person I’ve grown accustomed to. I’m afraid the next time I spend time with you; I’ll feel like you’ve become a stranger.
I don’t want that to happen.
Because I don’t know if I’m ready to lose you. I don’t know if I’m ready to let you go. I don’t know if life will still be the same without you.
But I'm getting increasingly annoyed at the things you do. I'm getting more fed up each day over the way you dramatically portray your life. I'm tired of the way you keep playing the victim card. I'm sick of the way you crave for attention and then discard it like something annoying the moment you get it. I'm upset of the way you talk to others, of the way you treat others like their opinions and actions don't matter. It's all this that is why I'm saying you've changed.
The sad part is, I'm not sure if your change is for good, or something temporary.
So you tell me, let go, or no?
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