a sense of joy and then a panic

I probably shouldn't have brought this up, though I guess it says something about why I was easily insulted/hurt on this point. I still remember some of the things you said and wrote then, I won't deny they've stuck with me, and at the time what I most wanted was for you to like me and accept me and believe I cared about you, and that seemed to me to mean not having the life I had. But, as you say, that was middle school, and I'm sure I said a lot of immature things as well, that I regret. And we were both insecure, in our own ways. Anyway, I do realize that you've grown up since then. Sorry for this.