I miss your face. I miss your hair. I miss your presence and your love. God your love, the love we professed everyday, randomly, constantly, unabashedly. I miss how much you cared about me, I don't really miss how much you didn't support me, but I was ready to live with that one. I miss your cooking, you really are amazing in the kitchen. I miss your body and the things you would do to me with your mouth. Cuddles, I might miss those most of all; especially considering you told me you never enjoyed that before me. I miss you, I miss eating BBQ together on a run. I miss acting feral in walmart. I miss our time together.

I won't let this ruin the good memories, and honestly our relationship was 95 percent good, probably more. For the few arguments we had, or fights, it hardly justifies throwing it all away. You won't even give me the time of day at this point and frankly I don't even want to give you anymore of my time. I don't see the last 3 years as a waste of time, just one of the hardest lessons in my life. An extended course if you will. Now it's time to be reborn again, like a God damn Phoenix.

I hope you can grow too, and I hope you find someone to care for you like I did, only better.