When did you start to change?
It was too late for me to realize it
We were young and in love, far too distracted by the future to think about the present. You changed so much I could no longer recognize the person standing in front of me. I expected it of course, we've known each other for so long that I knew you'd get tired of me eventually.
I didn't blame you for changing - you were outgrowing your past, developing new and thicker skin while I was stuck in my own mind. You were no longer the boy from the sandbox, my first kiss, and first love.
When life screwed us both over, I could hardly recognize what I saw in the mirror. You loved collecting bad habits while I tried so hard to pretend everything was fine.
