what i miss most is how you loved me. but what i
didn't know was how you loved me had so much
to do with the person i was. it was a reflection of
everything i gave you. coming back to me.
how did i not see that. how. did i sit here soaking
in the idea that no one else would love me that
way. when it was i that taught you. when it was i
that showed you how to feel. the way i needed to
be felt. how cruel i was to myself. giving you
credit for my warmth simply because you felt
it. simply because you recognised it. as if i was
already not these things before i met you. as if
i did not remain all these once you left.
- rupi kaur
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