You said I changed since we last saw each other and although you weren't wrong, I have changed in some ways, it really hasn't been such a drastic shift that you would really even notice.
The truth of the matter is, when you look at me you see a change because you don't actually know what I look like when I'm not in love with you.
The once permanent smile in my eyes upon seeing you enter a room is no longer there.
My cheeks don't flush with pleasure and joy just hearing your name anymore.
My laughter doesn't fill the room because of everything you say, even when it isn't all that funny.
My eyes don't seek yours out in a crowded room anymore.
You seem to think I'm angry or bitter or "mean" now but I'm not, I promise.
You just don't hold my attention the way you used to.
Now, you are just another person on the street, an aquaintence that I am polite to and nothing else.
It's not like you haven't seen this before, you just weren't paying attention.
But now you are because you're just like the cashier at the grocery store, or the bartender at our favorite spot, just another human being that I interact with sometimes.
Maybe you'll appreciate those little "changes" next time, not with me perhaps but next time regardless.