I don’t believe I really miss you anymore.

Not the you now.

Not the you I have hardly known for the past six months.

I miss the you who was nervous to first kiss my hands. I miss the you who did just about everything to get me to like you. I miss the you I was too nervous to kiss for the longest time.

And I miss the me.

I miss the me that was so new to it all I had no clue what the next step was. I miss the me that looked at you and felt like I had it all figured out. I miss the me you knew a year ago.

But you aren’t that you. And I’m not that me.

I no longer can look at you without feigning the doubt.

We were just split ends.

It was time to divide the damage.