To exes, everywhere

You seem distant to me now. I don’t even remember your face clearly. I know that if I see you face-to-face, everything will come rushing back, but then again maybe it won’t.

Sometimes it helps to think that it isn’t you that I miss but the feelings that you caused me to have. That’s convenient, isn’t it? I miss being in love, I don’t miss being in love with you.

The other option that I have considered is that if we did meet and you said or did something really crappy, I’d be angry and hate you. The catch however, is that we would have to meet and talk about something volatile. 

I loved you once. And it was special and it was important.You made me happy. I made you happy. Obviously that wasn’t enough. Something was not going right, could have been anything but it was definitely not nothing.

Bye bye love. Go find someone you will love again and I will too.