I said I wont miss her and I don't. She lied and I'm better off without her. Though, I loved the way her eyes reflect such glorious colors and the way raindrops shimmered in her hair. These are just memories, I don't miss her.

We spent the seasons together and explored the world as if it was our own. We walked barefoot through icy creeks in the fall and her hand fit perfectly in mine like a puzzle piece. These things were nice but i don't miss the feeling of shame in my stomach. In fact, I don't miss anything about her at all..

If this were true I wouldn't care what she thinks, so why do I? She never felt the same for me and I probably never cross her mind, so why does she cross mine? She used me like a board game, played me until she won but I was too far gone to notice. I gave her the world, she had my world in her hand and she crushed it. I watched as the pieces fell through her fingers and crashed on the ground. I don't miss that.