Miss Me?

"Miss him? What do you mean miss him?" I retort.

Christina's eyes hold mine for a long time before she laughs. Black hair flows over her shoulders and shines in the sunlight.

"You have every reason to miss him silly. You can't tell me for one second that you don't have feelings for him anymore," she says.

Those words stick in my head for days. Walking through the hallways in school, falling asleep at night, eating breakfast.

But how could I miss him? After everything he did?

My heart knows the answer.

I could. And I can.