I don’t miss you.
I like the idea of missing you.
I like holding onto the pain of your absence.
I hate that you don’t mean anything to me anymore.
I hate that I see your face and see someone I don’t know.
Someone I never knew as much as I thought to begin with.
I keep trying to force myself to miss you.
To feel something for you, but in reality, I don’t feel anything anymore.
I keep stalking your pages and looking at our old pictures, trying to break my heart again.
To feel something, anything for you, again.
Because feeling nothing for you feels worse.
I can finally let you go.
For real this time.

I feel you… it's hard letting go