Mind games

amdimisko

I miss his smile

I miss his eyes

I miss hugging and squeezing him so

I miss running my fingers through his hair while he laughs

But there are things I don't miss

I don't miss our yelling

I don't miss our arguing

I don't miss his anger

I don't miss his lack of effort

And most importantly

I don't miss asking him if he actually loved me

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