I am now ok.

Don't get me wrong, I miss you. I miss waking up and immediately checking my phone for a message. I miss waiting all week just for a Friday night of kisses and deep talks. I miss the feeling I got looking at your face and imagining how it looked for all of the years to come. I miss the butterflies that flew wild when someone mentioned your name. But then I remember all of the things I don't miss. I don't miss feeling sad all day when I didn't receive a single text. I don't miss all of the fights and being ignored for days at a time. I don't miss being second to all of the things that brought your sobriety to an end. I don't miss feeling like I barely mattered when you were the only thing that began to matter. So yes, sometimes I miss you, but then I remember how better off I am because a relationship like ours was so toxic; the kind that made some people jump off of bridges a swallow a month's supply of pills. I miss you, but your love was never the kind I wanted. - I'll be okay without you.