No, I don’t miss you. I miss the pieces of my heart that I gave away to you and will never get back.
I’m not crying because I miss you, I’m crying because seeing that picture of us showed me how much of a lie you were living.
You think you know someone, and then you realize that everything you though you knew was just an act. Every tender moment. Every promise. Every word. It was all lies. The worst part is those were the best two years worth of your entire life.