I Don't Miss Him

I don't miss him I miss the feeling I had being with him I miss being in love How do you describe love? It's the most wonderful, secure, crazy, and beautiful feeling in the world I am eight years old coming home from a hard day at school As I walk in the door an enormous smell of chocolate fills my nostrils I run upstairs and my mother is pulling cookies out of the oven She hands me one and says to be careful, it's still very hot But despite her warnings i take one steaming hot, glorious bite The cookie is warm and gooey Soft, but still firm enough so it doesn't crumble in my tiny pudgy hands As a little girl I know nothing about calories, and fear nothing about gaining weight At eight years old, this cookie is the best thing I've ever tasted; and I want more When my mother isn't looking, I steal as many as my little hands can hold And sneak to my room to enjoy them That is what love feels like. I am now sixteen years old I come home from a long day at school having just realized that polynomials aren't my thing Walking through the door, chocolate fills my nostrils I go upstairs and grab a cookie Only two come with me to my room, for they are cookies and I cannot get fat Though years later, nothing compares to that first glorious bite when I was young As I finish the cookies, I realize that nothing ever will This is what losing love feels like So I go to the kitchen, hug my mother, and grab another cookie Love is amazing, beautiful, and scary So when i mention his name just remember, That I don't miss him I miss being in love