Looking back on our old memories I can't help but wonder if you ever do the same. Maybe it is true and you have forgotten about me, but I will never forget about you. Maybe you were really bad for me, but I never really cared and I never will.
If you were to call me up after all this time I don't think I could say no. You are addictive, my own personal drug. Except you aren't mine, not anymore. You left me when I need you the most. I needed you and I thought you needed me too, but I guess I was wrong about that too. Maybe this is all a dream and I am just a living nightmare. You may have given up on me, but I will never give up on you.
You took so much from me. You made me angry, yet we never fought. You never did figure out how to know when I was having a bad day. Maybe that is because most of my days were bad. I always noticed your bad days, and I always knew how to cheer you up. I still know all your favorite things by heart.
You changed and I changed too. Maybe I was too difficult, or maybe you just couldn't handle me. You are a follower and I am a leader. We were never going to be good for each other. We would butt heads but never speak about it.
Sometimes when I think things couldn't get worse I think about our adventures. We were fun. We made mistakes and we learned together. We never judged each other, at least not vocally.
If someone were to ask me what my drug of choice is I would say you. I will always say you.
