i miss you, i mean the old you. the one who used to care about me. i miss you — or more honestly, i miss the old you. the version of you who used to look at me like I mattered, who listened, who cared without needing to be asked. it's strange how someone can still be here yet feel so far away, like I'm reaching out to a memory instead of a person. i keep replaying moments where everything felt lighter, where your presence felt safe, and i wonder when the distance between us quietly grew. i mean the old you... the one who made me feel seen, the one who didn't make me question my place in your life. It hurts, not because you changed, but because i still care in the same way I always did. i'm not asking for perfection -just a sign that I still matter to you the way i used to. maybe it's foolish, but a part of me still hopes that the version of you I miss is still somewhere inside, waiting to come back.