It hurts me so much to see you everyday, at the bus stop, or in the mall. And you canít even look at me. Youíve changed so much, but yet you havenít. Because I know you remember, or else you wouldnít look away every time you see me somewhere. You know the same people, and have the same lifestyle. But I still care about you, just as I had before you did what you did. And I would probably act as if nothing had happened if you came to me and acted like a friend, or even just apologized Because I am that willing to pretend Just for the sake of ridding the feeling of remorse from myself.
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