I miss the random long messages

I miss your sweet poetry pieces about me

I miss how you would always flaunt that you’re so lucky to have me

I miss how you could immediately notice there’s something wrong

I miss how you would always remind me that i’m not alone and that I’ll always have you.

I guess as relationships grow overtime,
Some things really do change,
Some things fade, and
Some things arent what they are used to be anymore.