Who knew it would be something so simple as the scent of your underarms (deodorant) that would make me miss you so much? You were not always the nicest to me but it is just something about you, more importantly, us. I wanted to believe you would change and everything would be ok; we would be ok. In my mind, you did change and all our problems just disappeared and we were happy again. Obviously, that is not how it happened. Now, I sit and reminisce on old memories of old scents and past arguments. Now, I am stuck with old feelings that for you have disappeared. It is not fair that you can move on and find happiness (with someone who will never be 1/128 of me) while I struggle with getting a simple date.

I miss our old date nights. Remember when I would drag you to the mall after class? I, Ciara Boyd, must admit I have a shopping problem and will not attend any meetings. My sponsor can join me when I go to the mall but he/she better shut up while I shop. One more thing, he/she must be able to hold my bags too because two or pairs of shoes can get heavy. You would hate going to the mall with me because of how long I would want to stay. My eyes and mind would drift as I browsed through every section of women, cosmetics, accessories, and of course shoes. After you let me have my way through the mall, we would usually catch a movie. You never could make up your mind about what we would see, so I had to make the decision for us. I doubt you miss that.

I miss our car rides to get groceries and just running errands in general. You would pay for my groceries and everything else my heart desired. I know you do not miss that. My expensive taste included eight dollar pizzas and twelve dollar olive oil. Items with these prices for someone who may not even make twelve thousand dollars year (we definitely didn't make that much) is very expensive. We were poor and may still be poor to this day. It is just our worries about money and expensive food and condiments did not matter, as we were fighting a greater battle. We were worried about missing each other and not missing each other. Let me explain. If we missed each other then we probably were not together. I do not know about you, other couple out there, but I always want to be around my man. I never want any time apart. (If you did not catch on that my previous statement may or may not have been the,you can be the judge, please reread.) Lastly, if I do not miss you then we have headed for the worse or the end. It means this article is me missing the things we used to, where we used to do, and how we used to do it. It means we no longer speak and I am hoping that you read this because I miss you.