I miss the rainy days under blankets, but not the different schedules
I miss the late night meals, but not the late night arguments
I miss the sound of someone else breathing, but not of the snores
I miss the calls to say goodnight, but not the hangups
I miss the dinners for two, but not the meeting "friends"
I miss the intimate talks, but not the second hand gossip
I miss the mutual emotions, but not when they're the best friend's
I miss the feeling of being needed, but not when I was the one in need
I miss the feeling of being wanted, but not to do chores
I miss the feeling of family, but not always theirs
I miss the fantasy about the future, but not the reality of it's bleakness
I miss the companionship, but not the tax it took on my solitude
I miss the warmth, but not the cold when I needed it
I miss the simplicity of happiness, but not the complexity of what you wanted it to become
I miss everything about it, but not the who
I miss being alone, but knowing it ends
I miss the late night meals, but not the late night arguments
I miss the sound of someone else breathing, but not of the snores
I miss the calls to say goodnight, but not the hangups
I miss the dinners for two, but not the meeting "friends"
I miss the intimate talks, but not the second hand gossip
I miss the mutual emotions, but not when they're the best friend's
I miss the feeling of being needed, but not when I was the one in need
I miss the feeling of being wanted, but not to do chores
I miss the feeling of family, but not always theirs
I miss the fantasy about the future, but not the reality of it's bleakness
I miss the companionship, but not the tax it took on my solitude
I miss the warmth, but not the cold when I needed it
I miss the simplicity of happiness, but not the complexity of what you wanted it to become
I miss everything about it, but not the who
I miss being alone, but knowing it ends
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