I don't miss him.
I don't miss his brown eyes and the way he looks at me.
I don't miss his hair, and that feeling I get whenever I brush it with my fingers.
I don't miss his nose and the way it bumps into mine when we kiss.
I don't miss his ears, and the way I bite it playfully.
I don't miss his lips, the curve it forms when he's happy, the taste of it. All of it.
I don't miss his voice and the way he assures me that he loves me.
I don't miss his laugh.
I don't miss his lame jokes and the way he makes me smile.
I don't miss those endless conversations.
I don't miss those sleepless nights.
I don't miss his scent.
I don't miss his warmth.
I don't miss his kisses.
I am fine. I really don't miss him.