After all these years I got to see her again, but as much as I would like things to be ad simple as they were a few years back, they just couldn’t. We changed. A lot more than what I wanted to admit. I can’t even start to imagine what kind of stuff she was put through while she was away. How much those experiences had shaped her way of seeing the world. I always had the idea that the nicest people are the ones who had suffered the most. I can’t stand the thought of it when it comes to her. How many times she had to suffer in order to be this way?

I know we all change, for better or worse. Every new thing and experience shapes our view on life. But for whatever reason I don’t think that I do. I feel like I haven’t changed at all since I was a kid. And the worst part is that even if I did and don’t realize…

After all that mumbling inside my head I realized I zoned out and left her just sitting there I wondering what the heck could I possibly be thinking to be quiet for about two minutes. I wish I could just say it. But it wouldn’t be a proper conversation starter, so I just ask about her job and hobbies. I’m definitely not a romantic type.