I Shouldn’t Miss Them, But I Do

They weren’t good for me.

They weren’t kind.

They weren’t even fully present when they were in my life.

And still…

I miss them.

Not in the “let’s get back together” way.

Not in the “they completed me” kind of lie.

Just in that stubborn, aching, inconvenient way that hits when you least expect it.

A song.

A smell.

A random Tuesday.

Your brain knows better — it’s screaming we’re over this.

But your chest?

It still tightens when you remember the good parts.

Even if the good parts were wrapped in red flags.

That’s what grief looks like sometimes.

Not clean. Not logical.

Just real.

And here on FreeTo.Chat, you can admit that.

You don’t have to explain why.

You don’t need to justify it to friends.

You just drop it — and someone out there might drop a 🧠 or 🫣 that tells you:

Same.

You’re not broken for missing someone you had to leave behind.

You’re just human.