Her long, dark, cascading hair fell over her shoulders. Her designer clothes fit snug and perfectly to her slender, toned frame. She was wealthy, smart, and charming. She went to the nicest schools and she dated the hottest most popular boys. Her parents worshiped her every move and she had almost everyone she knew wrapped around her manicured finger.
Yet, as she looked into the mirror all she could see was the girl she used to be. The girl that you used to love. The girl that was your’s, the one that you held and kissed. The one that had flaws. No one was jealous of this girl, no one was intimidated by her, no one worshipped her. She wasn’t pretty, and she most definantly did not look perfect in aything that she wore. She was lazy, fat, and self concious.

Still, I would give anything to be the girl you used to love, because honestly….

I miss you.