Remember me? I use to talk to you and we use to see each other. I was never that significant, at least I don’t think. I think maybe I could’ve been, but I’m not sure what I could’ve done differently.

Reading these old conversations about you is draining. Knowing you’re around, but if I was there we wouldn’t say a single word. I’m a speck to you. A dust partical to your busy, ongoing life. And I’m here. Not stuck in the past. Just wishing you at least wanted something to do with me, or at least thought about me.

You were important to me. In a blink of an eye, you were gone. But I’d welcome you in if you wanted to talk again. I wouldn’t mind if it was just about the weather. I’d like the chance to be friends, actual friends, this time. I think it’d be nice.

And I’m different. You wouldn’t have to deal with all the attachment that came along with being around you.

I’ve changed. You probably have to. I’ve grown up. As did you. I think it could be possible.

Only if you wanted. But I truly know deep down

that won’t happen.

So sorry Adrian for all the waste of time.

I tried.

I still care though, and hope you’re okay.

I don’t care if this is weird or not, just hoping all is well.

I’m okay too, incase you were wondering.