I suppose I can't really miss you to the extent that I do, you were never mine to miss. I suppose that I shouldn't really think about you with every passing hour of the day, as you were never really mine to consider.
And I suppose I could continue, but that sums it up simply. You were never really mine, never as much I was yours anyway.
Now you refer to me as your ex-lover and I still refer to you as the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. I'd like to say that it's funny, the way these things turn out... But that's the last word I would associate with this situation.
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