Don’t, Miss.

I miss my friend’s chats at night
I miss the long talks, telling each other our darkest secrets and innermost thoughts.
I miss having a friend to go to karaoke with.
I miss teaching someone to sing and practicing.
I miss our shared bond and agreement on love and romance.
I miss long car rides.

I don’t miss the flakiness
I don’t miss him being late every single time
I don’t miss being shunted into his schedule after everyone else.
I don’t miss the indecision.
I don’t miss the coolness and distant nature.
I don’t miss wondering…about everything.

I don’t know how I feel.
I do know how he feels.
Missing someone not knowing if he misses me…

I won’t miss that.