I Thought I Missed Him

I was really confused on why suddenly I felt I missed him. I don't like his face, our past is a mess and he was a cheating jerk. His humor isn't funny, his sex sucked. He cried far too much. He was distant and needed more attention then me. He used me. He lied to me. He hurt me on and off. He made me feel important. He stole me. He was everything that he's known to be.

But yet for some reason he kept coming to mind. This filled my mind with enough worry that I cracked a concerned scowl in my face.

I don't miss him, I miss little useless aspects of him. Like how he had a black sweater from Garage (a store for teenage girls) that was fitting to me and skin tight on him. I don't miss his body in the sweater I miss laughing at how people didn't know if the sweater was his or mine. I don't miss his smell either, he either wore too much cologne or none at all, causing his clothes to be drenched  in B.O.

I miss how he gave me that idea that he cared. Like to this day he acts as if he cares. He tries to "protect" me in his own way.

I don't miss him, I regret him.