I miss the way I felt when he pretended to be a good person.
I miss the power of true love I generated.
I miss the sense of freedom, hope and happiness I had thanks to following his false facade.
I miss the thoughts that my dreams had finally come true.
I miss the moments when I felt proud of myself and powerful.
I miss dreaming about all the wonderful things which he COULD do for me if he wanted.
I miss the moments I felt loved, beautiful, special and unique.
I miss the days of thinking that this was REAL.
I miss the period of life when I didn’t have to live in fear for my safety.
I miss feeling happy, sharing kisses and “butterflies” in my stomach.
I don’t really miss him. I miss all the best things about me.