One of my biggest insecurities is fitting in, and I think tonight I was trying too hard.
We don't talk anymore like we used to (like Puth's song), and it doesn't hurt like heartbreak anymore but it still hurts because we might've not really meant much to each other in the first place. We used to joke about people passing by old friends saying "we should hang out" and not really meaning it, but I think that's where we're headed. I miss the old you; I think he only existed around the old me.
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."