Before all of this,
I was softer.
I trusted easier.
I loved easier.
I believed people
when they said they would stay.
Now I question everything.
Every message.
Every promise.
Every "I miss you."
Because once you lose someone
you thought would never leave,
you stop believing
in forever so easily.
And maybe that's
what I miss the most.
Not you.
The old me.
The version of me
who still believed
love would stay.