I really wanted to say I don’t miss you at all, not even a little; that you leaving made me some good and that a smile appears on my face every time I think you and I are not what we used to be, not anymore. But I’ve never been a good lier, you know that. “You know that”, this kills me a little more each time. Today they asked me about you and I started to say how special you are, and everything I admired in you. Things that only me got the chance to know. But in the moment they asked me how have you been, and I stopped and thought about this question for some seconds and felt the power of timing. Finally I answered: “I don’t know, I don’t know him anymore”. And I guess nothing hurts me more than your name on their lips, simply because it can’t be on mine anymore.
You’ll miss someone like me. Someone that’ll drop everything for you. Someone that’ll do anything to make you smile. Someone that’ll cross distances to see you. Someone that understands why you are the way you are. Someone that’ll always be honest with you. Someone that’ll never ask you to change. Someone that accepts all your flaws. But most importantly you’ll miss the love someone like me has for you- someone like me whose love is true.