Yes, I miss you.
It's not everyday and its always brief.
Every once in while there is a moment when it is so still that I can-
i can remember, I can feel, I can taste us.
The nights we stayed up just being in each other's existence, it washes over me like that first air conditioned breeze on a hot summer day.
And as quickly as it comes, in a flash I remember our downfall and I take it all back.
I take that moment, our one singular moment and I place it in a little box and lose it on an unforgotten shelf in mind.
Because if I go there, if I stay in the memory of what could have been, if I pretend that what we had was real... It would be unfair to me and my pursuit of happiness. And that is something that I deserve: true, unadulterated and formidable happiness. Not because I need it, but because I deserve it.

So yes, ex lover, I miss you. But not more than I love myself.