I've made my decision. I don’t like him. I definitely don’t. Don’t get me wrong, I love him to death...but not the him he is now. I love the old him, the him that used to hang with me, that made excuses to talk to me or sit with me. The him that, no matter what, it never got awkward. That I could lean against and play with his hair and still talk to him about anything or...nothing. I hate the him that thinks he’s rebel, who dumbs himself down and acts tough. But I love the smart him, the sensitive him, the him that he used to be.
