I don’t miss you anymore. I thought a part of me would always be yours, but I know now that there is no part of me that can stomach taking you back. We will never see each other across a crowded room, note each other's gray hairs and bare fingers, and think we owe ourselves one last chance. I miss loving someone. I miss the lost sleep and aching back I would get from handmaking little gifts because I wanted to celebrate someone. I miss forcing my mind back to the moment because I was dreaming about building a life. I miss how I used to feel like I was in on something when love songs played. Everything I miss is something I know will come back to me, thankfully you never will.