You...

It's not so much that I miss you
But that I miss the way you made me feel.
It's not so much that I want you
But that I miss the way you made me smile.

I don't really miss the touch of your hand,
Or your warm, smiling face,
Or the way you promised me a fairy tale ending.
But it didn't happen.
I just miss the way you made me feel pretty,
The way I knew everything was okay,
The feeling everything would turn out happily ever after,
But it wasn't true.

I don't miss you.
I don't love you.
I don't even like you.

The only thing that will ever mean anything to me again...
It was how you made me feel.
But I know, someday, I'll find someone,
Someone who'll love me like you did,
Love me better than you did.

They'll promise me forever; they'll mean it.
They won't make me cry and, if they do,
They'll wipe those tears away.
They'll make me smile, make me laugh,
And give me everything that they have.
And I'll wait for that person.
And I won't wait for you.

It may hurt a little when you give me that evil eye
Or pretend we're "cool" when we're really not.
But you know what they say:
"It's getting better all the time".
And it will get better day by day by day.
And I will be okay.
And I will be loved.
And I won't need you.