I shouldn’t miss you this much. I shouldn’t miss our car rides, your music, the conversation. I shouldn’t miss your company, even when rain clouds lingered. I shouldn’t miss you for hurting me this way. You knew it would hurt me and you did it anyway. I should be furious, screaming in rage,
but I miss you.
A friend decided to cut me out of his life so that he wouldn’t hurt me, but that hurts me more than anything else could.