Hey. I miss you. I miss how you always get me through a hard day.
How you would actually listen to me when I vent out my problems.
I miss how you always say the right words.
I miss how you make me smile.
I miss how you make me warm.
I miss how you make my heart beat fast,
when you randomly say you miss me,
or you love me.
I hated myself when I thought,
that I might have let go the best thing that could have happened to me.
But then I found out you were a lie.
Everything you told me was made up.
I should hate you for what you did.
But I can't deny that what you made me feel was real.
You might not be real, but what we had was good.
Now, I might be in love with the ghost of you.