i tell them my secrets, and their view changes from admiration to pity.
the image changes from strength to weakness.
i don't want your pity.
i just want to see that old expression on your face.
i just want to see that old smile again.
i just want to see that old love.
i just want to see you see me.
i miss it, i miss when we used to fool around.
i miss when we both didn't know anything.
i miss after, i miss the after more.
i miss the honesty that came after.
i miss everything - everything but the past week.
i miss how you saw me.
i really miss how you saw me.
you don't say it, but that's why it hurts.
neither of us changed, it's just different aspects.
i hope you're not blinded for too long.