Sweetheart

It’s like you keep acting in a boxed-in way that no longer applies to us. We’ve known eachother so long we’ve changed, at least I have. Stop painting your world as if it is yesterday’s story—that’s over. People grow. They no longer care or give two cents about things they once felt wretched over. This day, it’s mundane and insignificant. Roll with the punches or find someone who wants to too, stay stuck in a past world. I’m over what use to be. It serves absolutely nothing of real value.