I miss you. I miss the way you smell, the way you smoke your cigarettes. I miss the way you played with my hair, the way you touched my neck. I miss the way you said my name, the way you looked at me and smiled. I miss the way you held me in your arms and told me you wanted me there forever.
When you told me you wanted me in your life forever, you were with her. Did you say the same to her?
I wonder why I wasn’t good enough. Still. I wonder what was wrong with me, that I couldn’t keep your attention.
They tell me you miss me too but you don’t. Not the same way I miss you, because you are still with her.
All my love, Me.