People Change "You much different than I thought you were when I last saw you. It's nor just his hair that changed, Or his clothes, His height perhaps he was always so tall in my mind, So happy with a smile so radiating hearty it could warm you up so fast. He made me feel embraced every minute I spent with him / felt like an embrace. His whole presence/ All of him in the memory that I kept with me through all this time passed that I thought embodied his very being never felt so wrong. I didn't remember him. I remembered someone who doesn't really exist but only in my naive little mind." He didn't smile as much as he did back then Hmm I don't know everything just felt different not the same... people change. I didn't remember him at all How can you remember someone so wrong? Is it so wrong to carry old versions of people you love? Because that's the person you fell in love with The person your very own eyes first saw in all their awe and essence You remember how/that version your heart has beaten for/a little faster than usual That version most precious I rather grasp onto it desperately forever than let the version they became/are now take it away from me forever.