do i miss you?

Yes, I do. More than I would like to admit. There are moments when I catch myself thinking about the little things, the way we laughed, the late night calls, the comfort of knowing someone was always there. We spent three years together, building something that felt unshakable. Everything was smooth, steady, and real.

Do you remember how everyone looked at us and used to say, you guys are the best couple? Do you remember how close we were? I never got so close to someone, but look now, I am paying the price.

When I left for my masters, everything changed. The distance revealed cracks we never noticed before. I tried to hold on. I forgave you, not once, but countless times. I kept believing that love would fix it, that understanding would bring us back. But forgiveness lost its meaning when it was met with disrespect. Every time I let something go, you gave me a new reason to question why I was still holding on.

Leaving was not easy. It was not out of hate or indifference. It was out of self respect. Because love should never come with humiliation. I had to choose peace over pain, even if it meant walking away from someone I still cared about.

So, do I miss you? Yes, deeply. But missing you does not mean I will allow myself to be broken again. Some goodbyes are not about ending love, they are about finding yourself again.