on my silent days, i miss the old version of you. i miss the way you treated me, and how you cared about me when we first started talking. i miss the effort, the sweet words, and the way you made time for me without excuses. back then, it felt easy and light. you checked on me. you listened to me. you made me feel special in simple ways. now it feels different, like i am holding onto memories instead of us. i keep wondering when things changed, or if i was the only one who felt the change. some days i accept it. other days, i quietly grieve what we used to be together.