Past.

Same you. Different you. Still You.

The funny thing about the past is that it catches up to you sometimes.

We both tried so hard to keep it that way that I had become used to it. We're suppose to be better off that way remember? You and I are better off that way, remember?

Seeing you was fine. Listening to you tell me things we both already knew, was fine. Talking to you was fine. It's all fine even though it wasn't suppose to be. It was fine until you said the words I never thought you knew. You said: 

"Stop building walls up around yourself. You may be okay with it but some people around you aren't, they just don't say it. I broke your walls down once, only to cause you to built them up higher. Not every guy is like me. Don't think that they are."

When you said those words I didn't know how react.

I was fine. Fine until you you said that. 

You've always known me better than I've known myself. Things I could hide from other people, I wouldn't be able to hide from you. 1 year on and it's still the same. That scares me: how well you still know me. 

All I could do was look at you, in that state, thinking: how the hell did we end up like this?

You might not remember everything, even though you promised you would remember what you've said come morning when you are sober. But I will remember. You don't have to, me alone is enough.

So Dear past,

Please just be happy: the way you are suppose to be. Thank you for saying what you did, for caring when you didn't need to. It may not bother you often at all, the way you said so yourself, but I would rather it didn't bother you: I don't ask of anything else from you other than for you to be happy.
I'm okay. I am happy too. It is not a lie.

All that has happened; it is what it is, and that's good enough.