Dear Kid. Where to start?
I miss you being near me. Or just being in sight, for that matter. Whenever I am with you, I feel happy and nothing gets me down. You used to always have that calming effect on me.
When we went to the kids camp to be leaders, it was probably the best one I’d been to. Back then, I know used to be the reliable one. The person anyone could count on. Now, I don’t care. “I am full of indifference.” A certain special day in the week meant that we’d definitely see one another. But, surprise, I don’t even bother going now. I know, I know. What happened? I don’t know.
I’ve changed a lot in the last year. I’ve done silly things to myself. Yet you still chose not to judge me. Thank you. And sorry.
I am to be blamed for all of this. For our undiscovered words. For our misplaced smiles. For our lost love. For what could have happened. Please believe me when I say I still think of you from time to time.
Maybe one day I’ll change again and learn to not be so selfish. Maybe one day I’ll actually care about the things I do, the consequences that happen and the hearts I hurt. Maybe one day, we could go back to who we were.
