Sometimes we miss them even after knowing they never loved us the way we did. They never cared with the same depth, the same honesty, or the same intent. And still, that ache in your chest stays - not for them, but for what you gave. It's not exactly them you're missing; it's your on love that you miss feeling. You're missing the version of you that believed love could fix everything. You're mourning the effort, the faith, the heart you poured into something hollow. And that's okay - your emotions were real, your love was pure, your soul was true. Just because they didn't value it doesn't make it any less beautiful. They failed to love you right - but you didn't fail at loving.