Honestly, I don't miss you. But I miss the person I thought you were. You saved me a bunch of times and you made me feel loved, only to turn on me in the end. I don't understand how you can call me fake and walk around like it means nothing. Whatever you did to me, I wouldn't ever think about doing to you. I hope you realize one day that you lost a loyal friend. I'd like to know how I'm fake, especially compared to whoever you are.
