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Shut the door. Go away.

I don’t miss you. Not at all. Not by a miniscule. I don’t miss the fact that I don’t wake up on the same bed as yours. No I don’t. I don’t miss smelling the perfume at the back as of your ear as I lay on your arms after a long day outside. No I don’t. I don’t miss fancy dinners with you at five stars. No I don’t. I don’t miss annual vacations to Barcelona and Bruges. No I don’t. I don’t miss sitting beside you in the Bentley. No I don’t. I don’t miss the fact that I wouldn’t be able to spend every fucking day of the rest of my life being with you. No I absolutely don’t. Who do you think you are?! Stop it. Stop being nonchalant all the time. You’re aren’t that cool. You have your battle. Shut up and stop pretending. I don’t miss you. No I don’t. I don’t miss being flaunted as your lady to the world. No I don’t. Let her experience that normalcy. I am not cut out for that.

You aren’t any different from that man in the fifth floor of your apartment building. He has a life and so do you. You aren’t immortal. Stop over selling yourself. Who do you think you are? Some super hero? No you are not. You’re human. A human who pays his bills online just like any of us. A human who still attends to nature’s call just like us. You aren’t different. I don’t miss you. I don’t miss the fact that we can’t go to movies together. We can’t walk along the beach. We can’t hold hands and sit by the park near your apartment. No I don’t.

I only miss the fact that I can’t smell your morning coffee. I only miss the fact that I can’t use your bath towel. I only miss the fact that I can’t cut your toe nails on a Monday afternoon. I only miss the fact that I can’t watch your wrist move while you brush your hair. I only miss the fact that I can’t see your eyes while you silently cry. I only miss the fact that I can’t give you my left over sandwich. I only miss the fact that I can’t go a bus ride with you. I only miss the fact that we can’t take turns to lick Nutella from the jar. I only miss the fact that I can’t watch you shout at me whilst you’re angry. I only miss the fact that I can’t show you my newly bought laced bra. I only miss the fact that I can’t read the same book with you. I only miss the fact that I can’t order you to press my back during my periods. I only…. I ONLY miss the fact that you aren’t mine.

But then I don’t miss you. I don’t. So leave. Get out. Its time. You aren’t needed. You aren’t wanted. You aren’t desired. You’re old. You can go. Shoo now. Go away. Shut the door. Take your glasses with you. It’s a dark world out there. It’s time you take the stairs down my brain. Leave. NOW. Leave before I open my windows. Leave before I take the elevator and come down waiting for you. Leave. Go. Shut the door. Goodbye.

P.s – I love you.

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