short stories

Not Who I Remember

I don't feel much when I think of you anymore. it's weird, I'm so used to feeling every emotion when you cross my mind. If I was asked how I felt about you two weeks ago, it'd be a long complicated answer full of contradictions and tear-soaked words, but now, I simply don't care, you're an old friend, a shitty one at that. you don't mean a lot anymore and I'm really happy about that. 

Today a friend of ours told me that it would be a terrible idea to let you back in and if I did, he'd actively be telling me not to hang around you; and before you go on about how he must like me and is just jealous, we don't have that kind of relationship and he's honestly worried for my safety and wellbeing if I were to be with you. I've never seen you as that kind of person, you've been good to me, you took care of my injury because I can't handle blood, and you checked in on me when I ended my situationship. you were always good to me, but then I hear stories from people you used to be close to and I realize you aren't as great as I thought. perhaps that's why I just feel nothing towards you now. because to me you aren't who I remember you being, now I see the real you, who you are with your boys, not you when you're with me.