I don’t miss you. 

I miss what we had together.

I miss sharing my day with you. 

The laughter and the conversation.

Your dry sense of humor and the way you made me laugh.

Our debates, disagreements, and the occasional argument. 

I miss the physical contact.

The way our bodies curved together while I held you at night.

How you stroked my hair while watching TV.

Showering together in the morning and talking over morning coffee.

Holding hands in the car as we took care of errands.

I miss showing you how much I loved you.

Cleaning the house and cooking dinner for you.

Folding your laundry and even organizing the office.

Giving up my weekends to volunteer with you at your favorite charity.

I miss being shown love.

The way you brought me flowers on friday nights.

How you raved about my dinners and cleaned the kitchen afterwards.

How you went home to meet my parents and how you won their hearts.

No, I don’t miss you. 

I miss the memory of you.