I glance away. It’s too hard to look into his eyes and find my old self reflected back. There are ghosts moving in the depths of them—my ghosts, but I don’t look like them anymore. I’ve changed. I’ve changed so much since the time he knew me. I’ve done things, despicable things since then. Then again, maybe I haven’t changed at all. I was crazy then. I’m crazy now.
Same gurlll, same.
