absence

I didn't miss the girl I first fell in love with. She faded into reality, slowly becoming who she was instead of who I wanted her to be. I wasn't missing people who I'd outlived. The uncomfortable silence of someone who will never listen to you again. I didn't even miss the friend who I knew lived just a few minutes away. From where I sat, alone, pretending that I actually liked the sugar I was pouring into my tea. I could fool myself no longer that there was nothing missing.

love