when I'm alone, I miss you.
I miss the little things you did or said, and I'll regret letting you go. I'll wish you were still a part of my life.
I'll wonder how you're going, and if you still think of me.
I feel guilty for thinking this.
But then I remember, I'm happy now.
I'm happy with him.
I'm happier with him than I was with you.
And when I remember that, I don't feel guilty