i miss it

i miss how you caressed my skin with your hands. I miss how you would kiss the cusp of my breast. I miss how you would shower with me and hold me until morning. I left because we were toxic. I see you doing ok and I hope you get it together. I miss how passionate we were for each other. I wish we would have had our own place. our own anything. i don’t miss feeling controlled. i don’t miss how obsessive you were.

maybe i don’t miss it.