I can’t tell you I miss you.

Whether things change or they stay the same, my heart felt the pain of you being gone. I don't regret you. I wish I knew how you found the version of me you seemed to know that was better to leave behind. I wish you'd gotten to know me instead, the person who still cries when they're confused about why and somehow still misses you even after all this time. Maybe someday, people will fill all the space you made then changed your mind about and I won't think about you. I suppose as much as you may think about me, you didn't change your mind and come back. Of all the villains I ever thought I could become, to somehow end up one in your eyes was a price I never dreamed I'd have to pay.