I hate that I miss you.
I hate that I miss the way you smelled.
I hate that I miss the sound of your voice.
I hate that I miss the touch of your skin.
I hate that I miss the way you looked at me.
So why do I?
I miss our moments.
I miss the look you got in your eyes.
I miss the way you talked about something you were passionate about.
I miss the way you held me.
I miss you.
But you like her.
But you still like me.
But you need try something different with someone else.
You need to try something different with her.
And I'm aware I deserve this for everything I put you through...
But I was really trying to change.
I was really trying to be better.
Even so...
I still miss you.
I still miss the way you smelled.
I still miss the sound of your voice.
I still miss the touch of your skin.
And I still miss the way you looked at me.
But I still hate that I miss it all.
