“I can’t miss you, I don’t even know you.
I don’t know that your favourite ice-cream is mint chocolate chip, because you could have suddenly developed a love for neapolitan.
I don’t know that you bite your lip because of your scar, someone else could have made you feel okay about it.
I don’t know that you’re afraid that people won’t like you every time you meet them, maybe everyone loves you, maybe not, maybe you just don’t care anymore.
Forrest Gump could have gotten boring.
You could have started eating pickles.
You could have stopped missing me,
because you don’t know me anymore either.”