It's selfish, but I hope he misses me. I hope he sees her and misses me. I hope she kisses him and I hope it's never as gentle as the way I would kiss him, I hope she holds his hand when things get tough, but I hope her grip is too tight.
I hope he misses me. I need him to fucking miss me. I hope he looks into her eyes and wishes they were mine, I hope he brushes her hair and wishes it was pink or blue or green or any colour other than hers, I hope he wakes up in the middle of the night wishing he'd never let me go.
I hope he misses me. I hope she walks beside him and I hope he reaches for her hand only to find she's a different height to me and I hope it's not as comfortable. I hope he turns to her in bed and wishes it was me tucked into his side and I fucking hope he stutters when he says her name.
I hope he misses me. I hope he misses me half as much as I miss him. I hope he sees what kind of mistake he's made because I am so fucking kind and I was always so fucking gentle with his heart and I always handled it with so much care. I hope she slips and I hope she drops it. I hope she tries her best but I fucking hope it isn't enough.
I hope he misses me.