I don’t miss him.

I miss who he was. I miss what we were. I miss the way I used to make him laugh and smile. I wish the way he would lift his arm and invite me to cuddle. I miss how he would sing our songs as we drove down back roads and would look over at me with that smirk on his face. I miss feeling his body next to mine in the middle of the night, or him in the morning with his bedhead and a tired face. I miss how he used to want me, how he’d kiss me goodnight and goodbye. But kisses faded into hugs and hugs faded into nothing. Smiles turned into frowns and laughs turned into tears. Singing turned into fighting and the jokes turned into insults. Until it was finally over and we just didn’t exist anymore.