I don’t miss you when I’m alone. I don’t miss you when I see couples being sweet. Not when I’m so left out and cold. Not when I’m having a hard time. I don’t miss you in the places we’ve been to. I remember you but I don’t think of you long enough when I hear our songs on the radio, nor when I catch a whiff of the scent you distinctively wear.
I miss you when I’m at my best. When I ace an interview, perfect an exam, fly to a new destination or get promoted. I long for your presence when I’m happy. I miss you when I’m succeeding and I finally get to do the things we used to talk about. “Let’s work on our dreams together, if we fail, we start again.” You know how hungry I am to win but if I’m ever destined to win, I’d like to have you then and there, with me. I guess that’s when I miss you most, when I’m invincible. Because without you, it just feels nothing.