If you ever start to miss me, remember that I'm as far away as you pushed me. You had so many chances to hold me closer, to make me feel wanted, but each time, you chose to let me go, and acted as if losing me meant nothing. I gave you my love, my time, my effort, and you treated it like it had no value. Again and again, you showed me that I was never truly what you wanted. So when you begin to miss my presence, let that emptiness remind you of what you lost. Let it teach you that love cannot survive without care, especially when it's taken for granted. Because I'm no longer waiting for you, no longer hoping for your return. I've moved forward, just as far as you made me go.