Empty. Alone.

He's there. But he's not exactly there. I hate that I can sense that something had changed. Avoiding him hurt something inside me. But talking to him makes the pain spread even worst. Knowing that things won't just be the same anymore. This is stupid. I miss the old you. I miss us. Please let me go back to those memories, to us. Please. *chokes

You asked what hurt the most?
Because he has changed.
And I'm still living in the same dream, holding on tightly to his shadow.