Missed you

Someone once asked me if I missed you...

And for a moment, I didn't know

how to answer.

Because the truth is, I don't think

I ever really knew you - not fully,

not honestly.

I realized I don't actually miss you.

I miss the version of you I created

in my head. The one I held onto

through red flags, long silences,

and broken promises.

The version of you I convinced myself

was real, because letting go felt

harder than pretending.

You didn't really break my heart - 

you broke the illusion.

The story I was writing in my head while

ignoring the one you showed me with

stayed softer - the way I needed.

But you didn't change.

You just revealed who you really were.

So no, I don't miss you.

(Side note: Yes, I actually do)