You're not the same boy when you're out of love. I don't know if it's purposely or not, but I'm guessing the latter of the two. This is the end, [isn't it..] my beautiful friend. The beginning of the end of something once beautiful.

*I bid the boy I love adue. You are not him, and he is not you. All our little kisses and faint whispers..replaced by giggling and making noises, you are stoned and faded. ::sigh:: I will miss you so much.*