The midnights we drove around town mean nothing. The 3 a.m.s, my head on your shoulder, are gone. The endless talking, the “I love you”s, and the morning kisses have ceased to exist. In their place are fantastic memories. With everything you’ve been through, you should know how to miss things, too.

I’ll always love you, and I’ll always miss you.

But I’ll never want you back.