Nostalgia sets in.

I don't want to go back to that time. I don't want to associate myself with those kinds of people. I'm happy where I am. I'm satisfied with where I'm going. I've grown. I've matured. I've realized what's important. And although I don't want things to be like how they used to be. I texted you last night. I'm still waiting on an answer. I'm sorry I dropped you like that. You deserved better.