So we always talk about how
we miss the made-up version
of who they were to us.
how much we miss them,
and the fantasy world of who we truly
wanted them to be,
who they never were.
but we never stop to think
that maybe,
We were once made up in theirs too?
or someone in our lives,
see our chapter as just a waste of time.
maybe, they were too
living in this candy-cane world
of who we were.