I can't decide if I miss what we had or if I miss the convenience your presence brought me.
The way I wanted and tried to curl up into a ball on your chest. I wished the world would leave us alone so I can sleep in your arms oh so peacefully.
I don’t miss that I was unsettled and so afraid because I was lost on how to love you.
But is that all? Because we left it with smoothly broken pieces all over the floor.
We knew the mirror was going to break but the reflection in them, was it not worth it to try to cherish the object that showed us our love?
Do I put them back together to see a fragment of what we used to be?
No.... I see.