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I miss the younger me 
the younger you 
the younger us

back when just the thought of you was enough for me 
back when the idea of us having a future brought me joy

before the self-awareness 
before the harsh love lessons that come with age

back when only the mere mention of your name gave me butterflies
back when our biggest worry was curfews

before it was time for me to wise up
and see that you had no plan for me 
before the eyes of adulthood forced me to see what you truly are

back when you would sneak into my window
back when we would fog up car windows

before you decided to give up on yourself
before I decided to love me

back when a conversation would make my entire week
back when we would stay up late talking music

before I learned that I was enough for better men
before I experienced what a man actually does for a woman he loves

back when you were mythical to me
back when I would compromise my morals and ignore my boundaries to make you happy

before the idea of us having a future seemed unimaginable and agonizing 
before I had to let you go