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I’ll miss her. I’ll miss how being beside her was the only thing that mattered for the first few months. I’ll miss watching our friends go out but not having a care in the world because laying next to her was the best Friday night I could imagine. I’ll miss all the paragraphs and love notes we’d write each other when we’d go one night sleeping without each other. I’ll miss the very first I love you when I finally felt like she was the one who was fixing all the storms inside my head. The feeling of our terrible pasts burning down behind us because our happiness hasn’t been stronger since. I’ll miss every place that I had step foot in with her because recently I can’t escape those memories without some piece of her in it. That’s when I realized I won’t miss a lot more than I will. I won’t miss the first time she made me feel paranoid about loving me when she was the first person I trusted with my life. I won’t miss the times when she made me sad at nights when those “I love you” paragraphs suddenly disappeared. I won’t miss when she told me she wouldn’t do anything to hurt me to how she started texting her ex and that I had nothing to worry about. Now she texts her everyday instead of me. I won’t miss how she slowly started drinking more and texting me less on those nights where we used to only want to be by each other. I won’t miss how our “we need time apart” breaks turned into her kissing other girls when I couldn’t bare to imagine doing the same to her. Most importantly, I won’t miss how she left when she promised I was the one. I guess I was only there to make her feel more whole, while the only thing she taught me was that everyone is the fucking same.