I don’t miss you when I’m lonely. I don’t miss you at 3AM. I used to deal with my sadness alone. But, I miss you the most during my busiest times and happiest moments.
During these times, all I could think about was telling you. I smiled for awhile, but eventually turns back to sad. I wished you were around for me to share it with.
All that I know is I don’t know how to be something you miss.
I don’t hate you. I just act like I do because it is much easier than to admit that I miss u 🙃