I miss you. I miss the paleness of your skin, the birthmarks on your back, and the exhaustion in your eyes. I miss the way you laugh, feeling your chest expand, and the irregularity of your heartbeat. I miss the comfort you gave me, something no one else could provide.
I resent you. I’m so mad at you for not fighting for me, for not loving me even nearly as much as I still love you. All I ever wanted was for you to look at me with love. This time I wanted it to be real. I wanted you to make me feel that you wanted to be with me. Instead, you made me jaded and cold.
I hate that I still love you. I hate that I still cry over you, deep in the depth of the night. I hate that everything reminds me of you. I hate that as terrible as things were, I still feel you in the wind when I walk outside my home.
I love that I’m stronger now than ever.
I love that I have faith in love again.
I love that I’m going to find someone better than you.
I miss you, but I don’t need you. I resent you, but I have forgiven you. I love you, but I don’t want you anymore.
I wasn’t enough for you, but I am enough.