I don’t particularly miss having a boyfriend but I DO miss having someone to talk to at night. I miss the company, I miss knowing that someone misses me the way I miss them. I miss kissing, holding hands, smiling for no reason, I miss sharing memories, jokes, and secrets. I miss waiting all week until the weekend to finally see him. I miss the butterflies, the blushing, the hesitation.
Being single is great but after a while it gets… lonely.