And I swear, she whispered back, “I hope you do, too.”
Jesus Christ. I am weeping openly.
I understand this all too well.
I miss places and events, I guess? It's not the people, really. Most of the time.
I don't miss any of my exes. But I miss certain houses where I lived. I wish I had at least one of them now. They were homes, even though I don't care to live with the people I did at the time. I don't care for my house now. I'ts been broken since we moved here and it will cost so much to fix it the way it requires.
I miss the way *I* was, in certain situations.
And though I can't really say it outloud for fear of a negative response, I am sad that certain dreams I had are now put aside because of a choice someone else made for me.
I love you my dear friend, so very much.