I miss how innocent we were at the start. Back when it was just you and I, back when you were still a boy and I was still a little girl. Back when you could never dare to hurt me, and when I thought I saw the world in your eyes. I miss how captivated we used to be and back when the chase was the best thing that had happened to us. I miss how you used to stare into my eyes and I could feel that warmth deep inside my body. I miss how you couldn’t even bare to touch my skin, and how fragile you used to treat me. I miss us before we both turned something so precious, so ugly. When I was only yours and you were only mine.