I miss your cologne and camel cigarette smell.
I miss your chest and the way it felt against my head.
I miss our late night talks in my car, smoking cigarettes even if it was raining.
I miss the things you would say about life and love.
I miss how much of a hopeless romantic you were.
I miss our late night skypes and deep facebook messages.
I miss how well you got along with my parents.
I miss how cute you were when you closed your eyes.
I miss watching B-rated horror films with you for hours on end.
I just miss you.
but
I don't miss how you treated me.
I don't miss how you only admitted you liked me when you had a couple beers in you.
I don't miss how you brought another girl home while you were fooling around with me.
I don't miss how you stated "just friends" before we did anything.
I don't miss that you would constantly send me mixed signals.
I don't miss feeling like shit every time you left.
I don't miss that endless sense of waiting for you to respond to my messages.
I don't miss you constantly talking about your ex.
I don't miss your insecurities.
I don't miss your lies.
I don't miss your alcoholic parents or your awkward sister.
I don't miss your anger problems.
I don't miss your broken soul that I tried so hard to piece together.
I don't miss your torn heart, the one I tried so hard to mend.
I'm really trying not to miss you.
I really am.