If you miss me so much then why did you stop talking to me? What is the point of you missing me if I can do nothing about it now. Good for you that you miss me. I’m glad you’re experiencing all that I’ve been going through this whole fucking year.
You can’t come back into my life expecting things to stay as they were. It doesn’t work like that. I’ve changed how I see you. How I see myself.
What about all the times I told you I missed you? I’ve lost sleep over you. Does that not mean something? I had a dream so real that when I woke I could have sworn I smelled you next to me. Your scent still lingers in my bed sheets. Your clothes still hang in closet.
I waited too long for your return or even a simple response back and now that I have it I no longer want it. I no longer want you. Thank you for the memories they’ll follow me forever but now I’m thanking you for teaching me what it is to love then lose love.
I hate you, more than ever.