I Miss Them. Even Though I Shouldn’t

Erik Austin
Sep 20
1 min read

I know they weren’t good for me. I know they left bruises where there should’ve been boundaries. I know every part of me is better without their chaos in my life.

And still… Sometimes I miss them. The way they made me laugh when I thought I couldn’t. The weird language we made up. The feeling of home we built on a foundation of broken promises.

I miss the good parts. And I’m learning to remember them without rewriting the bad ones.

That’s what healing is, I think. Loving what was… without needing to go back.