I don’t miss you

The truth is that I miss you and I shouldn’t.

I miss how we use to laugh and have fun.

You taught me how to look at life with realistic eyes.

I miss the horrible feeling I would get when I was always wrong

And you were right.

I miss how much I compromised myself for you.

I miss feeling stuck in a relationship

That was going nowhere

When I wanted to fly.

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