I miss you.
I miss you. You've been so distant lately. I miss having a good conversation with you. I miss hanging out with you. Properly, I mean. It's weird. It's not like we haven't been talking or seeing each other. We have. But there's something different, something missing. When I spoke to you the other day, and also yesterday, it's like the conversation was empty (or perhaps that's just my perception). It was just small talk. I felt alienated in a conversation with only two people. It was like...I didn't know how to talk to you all over again. I want to talk to you, but I don't know what to talk about anymore.
I miss you. Not this you. I miss the you that I enjoyed being with.
I miss you. Not this you. I miss the you that I enjoyed being with.