Don't get me wrong, I miss you. I miss waking up and immediately checking my phone for a message, I miss waiting all week for a Friday night of kisses and deep talks. I miss the feeling I got looking at your face and imagining how it looked for all the years to come. I miss the butterflies that flew wild when someone mentioned your name. But then I remember all the things I don't miss. I don't miss feeling sad all day when I didn't receive a single text. I don't miss all the fights and being ignored for hours on end. I don't miss being second to all the things that brought your sobriety to an end. I don't miss feeling like I barely mattered when you were the only thing that began to matter. So yes, sometimes I miss you but then I remember how better off I am because a relationship like ours was so toxic; the kind that made people jump off of bridges and swallow a month supply of pills. I miss you, and I'll always want you. But I know it's time to let go even though I'll always love you...
