The truth is I miss the old you. The one who was my "shoulder to cry on”. The one who loved me for who I am not what I am. The one who I dreamed about spending the rest of my life with. The one I desired to have. The one I thought about 24/7 and wanted to be with 24/7. I’m not myself anymore because you’re not my "shoulder to cry on”. You’re not the one who loves me for who I am not what I am. But you’re still the one who I dream about spending the rest of my life with. You’re still the one who I’d desired to have. You’re still the one who I think about 24/7 and want to be with 24/7. You’re still you but you’re not you. I miss you.