I’m sorry for the 9 missed calls and for all the unread messages. 
I’m not scared of reading them, I don’t want to. 
I don’t think anything you wrote there or anything you want to say will change how I look at you. 
How I see you now is something that I didn’t shape through our days, No. It’s something I shaped by the end, by how you turned out to be, and how you revealed the real person behind the mask you were wearing from the beginning of our time. 
It’s funny you know, how one person could change how you see them forever by one bitter act. 
It takes a second to like someone, and another for them to give you a reason to dislike them. 

18/3/2016