i miss them… but i don’t miss how i felt

been about a month
and yeah, i still miss them
the inside jokes
the little routines
the way they’d hold me when the world felt loud

but every time i catch myself romanticizing the past, i have to remind myself:

i also felt anxious every day
i was always guessing
always hoping they’d show up fully
never sure if i was too much or not enough

NoMixedSignals said something that stuck with me: “if missing them means missing the version of you that didn’t feel safe, it’s not love - it’s withdrawal”

so yeah
i miss them
but i like myself better now

and i’m not giving that up again