A push and a pull

I miss him.

I think about him everyday.

I feel like he pulls me in and I allow him and then I get pushed right back away.

I am glad that I have my own place now. I love it and I have been missing living on my own for sometime now. However, that does not mean I was ready to let go and quit on what we had. I don't cry anymore really, but darn it I miss him.

I know he does too but he won't say it.

I need to be strong and not allow him to play this tug-o-war with me.