three small words

It's strange how one sentence can make me think so much.
Even stranger when that sentence is only three words.
"I miss you."

Coming from old friends that can mean so much or so little.
Really, if you haven't talked to me much since '03... you don't miss me at all.
There's a difference between missing the me you knew and the me I am now.

Six years is a long time, and if anybody I once knew is the same person after that amount of time...
then I worry for them and their lack of personal growth.
I know I'm not the same person I was then.
My goals have changed.
My inspiration, motivation, passion, lifestyle... none of it's the same as it was back then.

I don't miss who I was.
So maybe that's why I can say that I don't miss a lot of the people that knew that me.
I might miss the good times that I shared with them,
but I hold to the fact that they probably aren't the people I remember either.
Running into them would be like running into strangers and somehow knowing their name.
It'd be a new start.
A fresh beginning.

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