It hurts me so much to see you everyday, at the bus stop, or in the mall. And you can�t even look at me. You�ve changed so much, but yet you haven�t. Because I know you remember, or else you wouldn�t 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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