I shouldn't be writing this.
Or even thinking this.
But here I am.
Pouring it out.
No. I don't miss you. At all. It's just that I didn't think that it would feel like this. So...empty. It's not jealousy. I moved on way before you could even think it. It's not hurt. I don't have any feelings for you anymore. It's just empty. And sad.
History has been written in all the now empty spaces. In the air of the town...the malls...the bus stops...I can't pretend anymore.
The now empty seats, I cannot burn. Only bury deep under. There are places where your shadows still haunt. And I wish I could cry. I wish.
I wish you well.