Miss you?

I miss you,

so damn much.

Or perhaps I don’t miss you-

I miss the memories.

I miss when you would fight with my friends about who loves me more,

regardless if your friends were around.

I miss seeing the huge grin form on your face

when our eyes meet in the halls

instead of the quick dull glances.

I miss that one night when you had your arms wrapped around me

and I miss when you willingly danced with me.

I miss when you showed me you cared.

As cringey as it was, I miss the good morning and good night texts

and I miss you texting first

and making an effort to keep the conversation going.

I miss you trying

and miss not feeling guilty for missing you at all.

I miss the old you.

I miss the moments you made me happiest.

But I don’t miss the version of you that I left.