I often say to myself that I miss you because you were my best friend. Lately, myself has been saying, "No, he wasn't."
You were never there in the night when I was sad or lonely. You weren't there to carry the groceries in or take the trash out. You weren't there when my dad was dying; you were in a hotel room with HER.
We saw one -- ONE -- movie I wanted to see in the seven years we were together -- and ONE play, which you agreed to because it was set in a strip bar!
We ate only food you chose. We watched only was you liked on TV.
You were the king, and I was your faithful servant.
Why should I miss that?
K
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