Why do I miss him still? A month has passed and my mind still wanders any chance it gets and runs to him. ‘Come on!’ I think with a sense of exasperation. Get over it!!
My head knows but my heart ignores it and aches. It misses him. I miss him. And I know, trust me, I know it is for the best. We were not there, we were not ready, he was not that into me as I was into him, or at least it was not strong enough to keep us together.
I just miss him. I miss the warmth of his skin, his vulnerable eyes, the grey in his beard, the way his lips tasted like ice cream and how happy having him in my life made me.
I just miss him; and I don’t want to give myself a hard time for missing him. I don’t want to say that ‘I should be over him by now, I should have moved on, I should not miss him’. Well, I do. And it hurts. And I will be kind to myself, because that is what I need right now.
I just miss him; and it is ok.