I miss her, well not her but the idea of us, what we once were. I miss our inside jokes and the way we’d laugh at eachother, I miss hearing her talk about the mundane of the day. I know she’s moved on and is better without me but why do I keep coming back
She’s gone and found another in such a short time and when I try to extend myself to the world it casts me off. I want to know I’m loved by someone more than the ones that I’m related to. I miss feeling happy.