"It’s not that I miss you. I just, for some reason, keep thinking you’re going to walk through that door and tell me that you miss me and you want me and can’t imagine your life without me. I keep thinking you need me and you’re randomly going to call me, IM me, or text me. I keep waiting for the moment you’re going to man up and tell me all this, then I realize why you haven’t done it yet because none of it’s true. You’ve moved on now, and you’re happy. Without me."