What I Don't Miss
Maybe healing isn’t only learning how to live without someone. Maybe it’s noticing all the things you can finally breathe without.
I thought missing him would mean missing everything.
His laugh. His hands. The way he could walk into a room and somehow make the rest of it disappear.
And I do miss those things.
But tonight, I made a different list.
I don’t miss wondering.
I don’t miss staring at my phone and trying to decide whether silence means busy or bored or someone else.
I don’t miss rearranging my feelings so they take up less space.
I don’t miss pretending something didn’t hurt because admitting it did might make me difficult to love.
Maybe healing isn’t only learning how to live without someone.
Maybe it’s finally noticing all the things you can breathe without.
— S.
