Posting the grammatically corrected version here cause that one is too rare to erase
I still love him, but not the person he is right now.
I love the version of him I fell for.
The boy who was always there for me.
The boy who always cared for me.
The boy who had time for me.
The boy who truly wanted me and loved me.
I miss the old us.
We didn’t care what others said.
We only knew how to love each other, no matter what.
What happened to the sweet boy I met?
Maybe he’s too stuck in his own battles and I became a burden.
Maybe I was too much.
Or maybe I’m still the same person who wanted to be loved the way I was before, and he can’t give that anymore.
Maybe 16 and 19 was the best for us.
Maybe 18 and 21 doesn’t suit us.
It ruined the old us.
And now… there is no “us” anym