Something happened to the both of us. Maybe we became different people. Maybe we just drifted apart. Maybe we both made promises to ourselves to never let the other control our happiness. We’ve become strangers.
I don’t know who you are anymore; I don’t know where I fit in with you. I used to be the last piece of the puzzle but now I’m warped just enough for our edges to misalign.
I find myself trying to figure you out again when a year ago we knew each other better than anyone else.
Nice to meet you, stranger.
I hope you find a way to stay in my life.

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