I don't miss her or how we were always fighting. I don't miss how she hated pretty much everything about me or the paranoid, accusatory person I became. I don't miss always wondering what I was doing wrong. I don't miss worrying about how little sex we were having. I don't miss feeling like I didn't matter at all.
What I miss is having someone to love. Always having someone to cuddle with and to talk to throughout the day. The feeling of just being with someone and hoping that they like being with you too. A reason to call in sick to work or to skip school when I didn't feel like being there, or when all I wanted was to be with them. I miss that feeling.