The old you

I'm smiling at the old picture of you and I. Your arms around my waist as you pecked my cheek. I was smiling at the camera with a bright red face.

We were sitting in our tree, hidden away where none of the teachers could find us. I remember that the back of the tree left a small gap that allowed us to watch the sunset. I used to rest my head on your shoulder and share that ice block we always buy.

I wonder what would happen if we didn't split. Would we still be sitting in that tree of ours. Stop it from being cut down? I tried to stop it but without you I lost my nerve and watched as all our memories die along with the leaves. 

But. 

I despise the you now. After we moved school together it's like you completely changed. You wouldn't look at me anymore nor would you walk in the same street with me. You were my friend and in the past I believed you were my soul mate. 

I miss the old you. The one that would steal my ice cream and run off only to buy me a new one. Our nicknames weren't "sweetheart" or "babe" but rather. "Pig" and "Idiot" but they were everything to me. Whenever I hear idiot I turn around hoping to see your grin. 

I want to wrap my arms around you a final time. To have a goodbye rather then waiting for you to finally come back to me. I want to watch the sunset with you while laughing as the ice block dripped onto your face. 

But I'm tired of waiting. It has been 4 years and you have changed a lot. You lost your cute chubbiness and worked out a lot to attract every girl in the school. 

Every girl except me. 

I miss the old you. Please, come back to me.