I wish I could hate you as much as I miss you. you did me so wrong, and I’d be lying if I said I forgot the hurt but I can’t act like what we had didn’t mean something. when it was good, it was everything. we laughed like best friends, loved like soulmates, and for a moment, I really thought it would last. I still catch myself thinking about the way you looked at me when things were right between us. I miss that version of you the one who made me feel like I was enough. and even though you broke me in ways I never expected, part of me still misses you more than I should.