I Miss You Like This

 

I Miss You Like This

I miss the way our lips met
and forgot how to let go
as if they had found
their original home.

I miss that small snort you made
right before sleep took you
unguarded
unaware
and completely yourself
and how it told me more than words ever could.

I miss your mornings
how you gathered yourself from sleep
turning a beautiful mess
into something deliberate and radiant
as if becoming yourself again
was a ritual you practiced with ease.

I miss how you never left
without sealing the moment
with an I love you
with a kiss
with a hug that promised return.
And how you always came back the same way
as if love needed proof each time.

I miss how easily joy found you
how the smallest things
could light your face
like wonder had never learned restraint.

I miss watching you discover flavors
the pause
the expression
the quiet surrender
when something delighted you
and you fell in love without hesitation.

I miss your greetings
your tenderness wrapped in play
your firsts
those moments that were yours alone
that I could never replace
only witness
only hold with care.

I miss our late nights on the phone
your voice loosening into sleep
until breath replaced words
and I stayed
listening
knowing you were okay.

I miss the way we fit together
watching nothing
or everything
the quiet weight of you against me
the certainty of your body
falling asleep in my arms
as if they had always known you.

I miss dreaming about our future together
wondering where life would take us.

The quiet promise
to explore everything side by side
to chase sunsets
and wake up to sunrises
softly kissing our faces.

But you are no longer here.
You are not mine anymore.

These memories will soften
they will fade
you will make new ones
with a life that no longer includes me.

And I will have someone
I will not need to miss
because they will recognize who I am
and choose me
again and again.

Someone who will stay
and fight with me
not against me.

And when that love arrives
the ache of missing you
will turn into a distant memory
where my love will simply hope
you are chosen daily as well
as I once chose you
by the person that now takes my place.

Because love does that.
Love learns.
Love grows.
Love changes.
Love survives.
Love chooses to continue.

 

Do i miss you? I asked myself that question recently. I kept thinking what i missed about you

the things that you did for me that made me miss you, then i realized that what i missed was the

version if you that i had created in my mind, The version that had so much potential in my mind, the future version of you, This is version is the one that helped me get through the red flags that i chose to ignore, it helped me get through the moments when we argued due to unhealed triggers. i 

convinced myself that this version of you was real even though it was a potential version of you, That is why i stayed and I fought. I then realized that what you did didn't break my heart, you broke that dream, that fantasy, that illusion of a story i was writing in my head while ignoring the one that you showed me with your actions. Funny how the heart and brain works...My brain was telling me, this is just a fantasy..nothing is changing, she isn't changing but my heart didn't care, it loved harder, told my brain to wait a little longer that she wouldn't fail us like the other had and my brain listened. But you didn't change you just would go back on repeat because you never did the things

that required change, you never loved me or yourself enough to say to yourself..im done with these patterns, these habbits, these triggers, I'm done with the pain of my past memories anchoring and haunting my present and delaying my future happiness. 

So yes,  i miss that fantasy of the life that i wanted next to you, the future of a life and a person i imagined that never came.

The version of love that i was giving that never came... 

then i asked why did my heart break, maybe because i wasn't really in love with you, i was in love with the person that you said you were willing to become and told me you would become but you never loved me enough to actually become her, even worst you didn't love yourself to break free of who you were to become who you were intended to be.

 

1. Love Alone Is Not Enough:

You can love someone deeply
and still be completely wrong for each other.
Love doesn’t cancel disrespect.
Love doesn’t fix incompatibility.
Love without effort slowly breaks you.
This lesson hurts the most.

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2. How Much You Were Overgiving:
The wrong person teaches you how often you:
• explained too much
• forgave too quickly
• stayed too long
You thought it was love.
But it was self-abandonment.

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3. Words Feel Empty When Actions Don’t Match:
They said they cared.
They said they’d change.
They said “trust me.”
But loving the wrong person teaches you that consistency matters more than promises.
Anyone can talk. Very few follow through.

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4. Constant Anxiety Isn’t Love — It’s a Warning:
The overthinking.
The waiting.
The fear of saying the wrong thing.
You confuse anxiety with passion because it feels intense.
But real love doesn’t keep you on edge — it brings calm.

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5. You Can’t Heal Someone Who Won’t Heal Themselves:
You tried understanding them.
You tried being patient.
You tried loving harder.
And that’s when you learn a painful truth:
Love doesn’t fix people who don’t want to change.

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6. Boundaries Matter More Than Feelings:
Loving the wrong person shows you what happens
when boundaries are ignored.
You learn that saying “no” isn’t cruelty.
It’s self-respect.
What you allow teaches people how to treat you.

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7. You Finally Understand What You Deserve:
After the wrong person, your standards change.
You stop chasing emotional rollercoasters.
You start wanting consistency, honesty, and peace.
Not because you’re cold but because you’ve learned your worth.

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CONCLUSION:
Loving the wrong person wasn’t a mistake.
It was a lesson.
A painful one but necessary.
Because once you learn these truths,
you never settle the same way again.
And that’s how you finally choose right.