i think i’m starting to get over you, i really do wish you the best and i still care about you. but i’m realising i don’t miss you, i miss how we were and how i was. i miss how i had my someone and that i felt loved and could also love them back. i miss having you tell me everything even small weird things that just made you happy to show me and say. but i’m glad to say i don’t miss you just what we had and who i was