You Dont Miss Him, Its Just Nostalgia

You miss the way the room used to feel when he walked in, like the temperature had just risen a few degrees and you couldnt help but shift the edge of your sweater off your shoulder.

You miss the way you used to laugh, how it felt so light, how you were so comfortable coming home to the sound of familiar footsteps on the carpet, and his pair of gym shoes by the front door.

You miss having someone to talk to you, someone to listen. Someone who locked the front door at night and always kissed your cheek before rolling over to bed.

. You just miss the sound of someone else moving around the kitchen, miss the smell of cologne on his sweatshirts, miss the toothbrush on the edge of the bathroom sink.

You miss the way it was so easy to fall into a pattern with someone, how strange and wonderful it can be to shift your life into rhythm with someone elses.

No, its just nostalgia. Youre nostalgic for the familiar, for the way things felt, for the way you feltcomfortable, understood, steady. Youre nostalgic for the way life was simple, safe, stuck.

You didnt have to think in those days. You werent worried about finding love, you werent worried about being alone, you werent thinking about the hundreds of things youd have to do on your own.

You dont miss him, its just nostalgia.

Youre wishing for the things you used to have, for the way life used to be, but thats the past and the past is tainted with faulty memories. Youre only looking at the positives in the rearview mirror. Youve forgotten the heartbreak, the tears, the frustration, the nights you slept on your side of the bed, the pillows making a wall between the two of you.

You miss the idea of how he was, how he used to be, who you were when the two of you were good.

Youre nostalgic for the days when love didnt drift, didnt fade, didnt die out with the change of seasons. But its summertime now and the flowers are in full bloom. Your hair has grown long and your smile isnt forced. You spend afternoons in the sunshine, breathing in the late August breeze.

And you dont miss him. Not at all.

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