Split Ends

I don’t believe I really miss you anymore. Not the you now. Not the you I have hardly known for the past six months. I miss the you who was nervous to first kiss my hands. I miss the you who did just about everything to get me to like you. I miss the you I was too nervous to kiss for the longest time. And I miss the me. I miss the me that was so new to it all I had no clue what the next step was. I miss the me that looked at you and felt like I had it all figured out. I miss the me you knew a year ago. But you aren’t that you. And I’m not that me. I no longer can look at you without feigning the doubt. We were just split ends. It was time to divide the damage.