I am reminded time and again of how different I’ve become, and I don’t know whether to grieve for the loss of my past self and innocence, or to relish in my growth. Is it growth, or have a stooped to a lesser version of myself? When you say I have changed, is it for the better?
‘I miss how you were’ is as cutting an insult as ever, but I take it lightly. I cannot help but take pride in the walls I have shaped and enclosed myself within, because it is uplifting to depend on only me for protection.
This must be growth. I have shed the naivety and fear that had once deemed me inadequate, and the loss of being thought of as endearing is not something I could stress in the slightest.
