I miss you

I miss you. I miss the real you, when we could talk about anything. When we were best friends and no matter what we were doing, there were never any awkward moments. I look back on my days of my naivete and you'd think I would regret some of the decisions I made with you. But I don't, I miss the days when it was all meaningless. Those days were full of bliss and innocence and I loved that. You put up with me through everything and I'm not sure how, but I love you for that. But I miss the real you. I miss how you were before him. Before I became less and less important. That hurts more than anything, because there is nothing I can do about it. I am happy for you, but I just hate that this is what it takes for you to be happy. I miss how you were before you found him, when you were content with just me.