You had my heart inside of your hand.

The scars of your love remind me of us, they keep me thinking that we almost had it all.

I miss you.

I don't miss you, I miss the too-good-to-be-true memory I have of you.

I miss how you made me feel like the most important thing in your life.

I miss the tales you would spin.

But I don't miss how you built me up to knock me down.

Nor do I miss the lies that were weaved into the promises.

And I certainly don't miss the feeling when I realised that you are the most important person in your life.