It's been so long. i've missed your face and the way we talked forever about everything and nothing. you were my first best friend, my first true love, although even now i don't know what love is. but i've romanticized the embers of my memories of you enough to be unable to deny that i was in love with you. it's been the loneliest six years. where have you been? i'll pretend to be happy for the one you've fallen in love with, but i hope i'll never see her. of course, these are all things i'll never say. but above all, i hope that the dreaded words won't fall from your lips: you've changed.