You can have your secrets back. I never asked for them. You can take back the night you cried and told me you didn’t think you had ever been in love. I’ll give you back the afternoon we spent rolling around on my bed. You can take away the nights we did nothing but talk and the morning when we did nothing but fight.
I don’t miss you. Maybe you can’t really miss something that isn’t yours but even if that’s true I know I’ll never miss you. I won’t miss when you ignored my calls. Or the times you told me I was too much for you. Or not enough. I don’t miss that you couldn’t hold a serious conversation, or bother to ask me why I was upset. I don’t miss always being jealous. I don’t miss that you didn’t care.