Its weired because i dont miss what he had done to me but i am missing what he is not doing to me now and that is what hurts the most its weired **i miss his smile,laugh,the feeling that i got inside when i saw his face looking back at me, i miss the look in his eyes the liitle star shining,i miss the warmth ofhis sweatshirt i miss hiloveheart, but most importantley i miss him, but i dont miss the way he played me like game
