"I miss the way you treated me when we first started talking."
Back when every message felt like magic,
when your words were soft,
and your attention was undivided.
When I didn’t have to wonder if I mattered,
because you made it obvious —
in the way you listened,
the way you cared,
the way you made time,
not excuses.
I miss the good morning texts,
the random check-ins,
the genuine excitement just to hear from me.
I miss feeling chosen —
not like an option,
not like an afterthought,
but like I was the center of your world.
Somewhere along the way,
something changed.
The spark faded.
The effort disappeared.
And I’m left here —
missing a version of you
that maybe only existed in the beginning.
But that version?
That’s the one I fell for.
And I still wish he’d come back.
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