They say change is the only constant, but that’s not the way it should be. People who you’ve depended on and made a huge portion of your life shouldn’t change and leave. They should stay. They should love and they should stay and they should remember that you haven’t changed. You’ve grown, but who you were back then…. the person they loved … is still there. 

But people do change, and you start to wonder if you were ever really worth loving at all. Were you ever even that good of a person? Are you even that good of a person now? 

If you were would you have these thoughts? Would you question everything and wonder what you’ve become? When did life become just going through the motions? 

When did I become this current me? And where can I find who I used to be?