This period of missing you has officially been longer than the relationship itself. Somehow, this must be against the laws of physics, and I refuse to believe that when I wake up tomorrow I’ll still miss you. I have a sneaking suspicion that I will though. For as much as you were a jackass who tried to rule my life right into the ground, I still miss the way you smell after a long day. As much as I walked away to save my sanity, I still love you. I think I always will. It’s been a year of learning and growth, and I know it wouldn’t have been possible if I had stayed with you. You didn’t want me to grow, to get stronger, more independent. You wanted me to defer to you in everything, lose myself to become your perfect little girl, your creation. I have to leave you behind, but I will never forget how it felt to be held in your strong arms while I drifted off to sleep. I love you. I miss you. I hate you.