I’m not that little frightened boy you used to know. I’m not that sad little loser you used to pity on. I’m strong. I’m tough. I moved on. I grew up and developed. I built dreams and I acquired knowledge and lots of experience. I grew up. I am someone new, and I am someone else.
It may appear as if I haven’t been able to get over these past 3 years, but let me reassure you that I don’t think anymore that you’re better than me, or that you’ll never find me good enough for you.
I am better than you, better than this. But there’s something here that hasn’t been finished, and that’s you and me.