Who you were while you were with me is who I miss the most. This other person you’ve become, the one that ended you and me, I am not a fan of. A dark destruction in its construction has you all a skewed and without function. So I wish you well, knowing that you’ve created your own personal hell, a new creature of horrible habits, running from real love, running from life, never happy, never settled down. I really do miss who you were while you were with me, I will always love who you used to be.
by Ryan L. Rinehart