change is...good?

i remember you. i heard you say i was hot in the library my junior year in high school. i smiled at this mistakenly heard information, cause i thought you were too. and the years have been kinder to you now. your skin was not so blessed..but i saw the smile and the pretty eyes. i heard you talk about bands i liked too. some of your friends were my friends. no hormones or pores would keep me from noticing these things. but now, i can see that your face is clear and your language has adapted to boring. i have to say i liked you better when you had that touch of insecurity. when you were a little more polluted i guess