I miss this...

You and I used to be so close. Told eachother everything, went everywhere together. Your need to fit in changed you. I will always want to be close with you, as we were before. Although it appears I do not, I do. I no longer will kill myself just to hang out with you once and to feel ignored. Hopefully time to you will reveal what you have lost. And in your search to find it I will be standing right there waiting.