You think you miss someone. But it isn’t like that.
You miss the moments you shared together. You miss the things they made you feel.
You miss the persona you concocted in your head to fit the missing pieces you were too blind to discover for yourself.
Until little by little, that persona faded away.
You started to uncover the real missing pieces of their complex and erratic personality. Sometimes you’d become amazed at the qualities you hadn’t seen.
You’d started appreciating them more and more, growing even more fond of them.
Then the days had come when you’d scratched the surface deep enough to see their more obscure vices, and you started to question some things.
Regardless of their importance, you pushed these away thinking that you could work through them, or you just ignored them altogether.
Until the false image you’d created erodes completely and reveals a stranger.
And only when this bubble bursts is when you realise that you’d made a grave mistake to have given so much of yourself to them.