Do you miss me, or do you just miss not having to miss me? Do you long for the way my name lingered on your lips, or for how it used to break the silence? Do you reach for the warmth of the memories we cherished together, or do you only summon them to keep the winter at bay? Do you miss how I laughed at even your silliest jokes, or is it just the comfort of being understood that you crave? Is it the echo of my voice chasing away the quiet that you miss, or simply the presence of someone who could? Did you hold my heart with a passion that sent shivers through me, or did you just hold onto my hand because you knew I wouldn’t let go? Did my love warm you from within, or was it only a place to shelter from the cold? Was it me, truly me, you wanted, with all that I am? Or was it the ease of having someone who would always be there? Tell me honestly, love. Do you miss me, or do you just miss not having to miss someone?