I miss him. After all of the cruelty and abuse I still miss him. The good parts of him. When he was sweet and loving. The way he snored and spoke. When he’d hold my hand or come up behind me and hug me. How could someone make you feel so loved but like a flash of lightning turn to hate. I still love him, and apart of me wishes he’d come home. I know it’s all over, I’ve accepted that, but apart of me feels like he still thinks of me. It hits like a wave in the middle of the day, almost like I can feel him missing me. Maybe in another lifetime we get it right.
