"Its crazy, isn't it."
"That you miss him?"
"Well, more so that I am selective in what I miss.
I miss the way he held me when I was stressed. I miss the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and I miss the way he viewed the world through the same ones. I miss watching him fuss over his sister, and love his mom with his whole heart. I tend to find myself missing those aspects of him, but not entirely, him.
Because I don't miss how easy it was for him to be jealous. I don't miss the fights he had to pick over every little thing that went wrong, and how his temper fluctuated so much. I don't miss the way he hurt me when he cheated, and left with that same girl. I don't miss crying over him as he posted how much he loved her, when they had been together for a month. I don't miss the heartbreak I felt, and I don't miss the things he did to cause that.
Its like, I don't actually miss him. Instead I miss the ideal image of him I created through his attractive moments and sparkling attributes. But I couldn't possibly miss him since in the end, all he did was hurt me."
