Seven years is long enough
to change everything about one's self.
New hair,
New clothes,
New friends.
Your favorite movie probably isn't even the same.
But I remember what it was half a decade ago,
and it's still my favorite.
Your voice is deeper now,
your words arent as sweet.
I have no clue what has happened to you
in the past seven years.
But I won't get over the fact
that your eyes are still kind,
and I imagined marrying you one day.