i don't know why it bugs me so much, but it just does.

you're changing, you're becoming just like all the rest. you look like you're having fun. lots of fun. a new type of fun. you and your new friends. maybe i'm jealous, maybe i'm not. maybe i'm just sad that i can't find the same person i hold so dear in my heart. maybe i'm scared that i've lost you, maybe i'm hurt that you've seemed to forget my existence. maybe i'm angry and indignant that i still wonder how you're doing but i don't cross your mind often. maybe i haven't been talking to you for fear that i might blurt it all out. or maybe i'm still stung by our last conversation. maybe i'm just thinking too much and you are really still the same. maybe, maybe.