Now I’m still in LA
While you moved to New York
I used to tell you that it’s a city of sadness;
I would have never guessed the person affected by it would be me.
It’s warm here, in Los Angeles. How is it over there? We haven’t talked in a bit. Are you okay? Did something change?
Did we change?
I miss the way I could smile freely while being around you. I haven’t felt like this in a while.