At some point you knew who I was.
You knew that I cared about people finding their own happiness and living into their own authentic selves.
You used to know.
I don't know who, or what, changed your perception of me. For you to forget that I wanted you for you.
I wanted honesty. Not a facade.
You'd always ask me what I wanted. And I'd tell you, "I want you to be what you want."
Did you ever listen?
Or did you only listen after leaving?