When I think of you, sometimes the happy times pop up, and I feel a little happy and sad at the same time. Happy that I at least got to experience the good in you that a lot of people did not get to see, and sad that it will never happen again.

But sometimes, when I think of you, I can only remember the last conversation we had, and all I feel is so much anger. I can never forget the last things you said to me, how every single word can be so cruel and how it hurts so much because you have never ever treated me this way.

Do people change because things change or things change because people change?

When I think of you, sometimes the happy times pop up, and I feel a little happy and sad at the same time. Happy that I at least got to experience the good in you that a lot of people did not get to see, and sad that it will never happen again.

But sometimes, when I think of you, I can only remember the last conversation we had, and all I feel is so much anger. I can never forget the last things you said to me, how every single word can be so cruel and how it hurts so much because you have never ever treated me this way.

Do people change because things change or things change because people change?