Now that everything’s different.
Now that you left and I’m still standing here.
How is it being away?
Are you having fun?
Do you miss me?
I don’t know what to say to you.
I want to be honest but I can’t tell the truth.
We both know that.
Tell me, do you look at our letters and read them every now and then?
Or are they stashed away, hidden from your mind.
You look so different.
It’s like we met years ago, as two different souls.
Do you remember how I hated surprises?
Surprise me and tell me you do.
How does it feel?
Being with her?
Does it feel different than how we were?
I know I left you before you left me.
But I never really left you.
We’re the type of people that are supposed to end up together.
You said that, not me.
But those words are probably stashed away.
Like the memories you and I made.
It’s okay, really, I’m fine.
So tell me, how are you now?