Conflicted

I miss you 
I miss all the happy memories I once had of sunny summers day and polar winter night with a film 

However I don’t miss 
I don’t miss the lying and contriving that happened because I did what was right 

I miss the care free days spent making daisy chains and secret fairy gardens on the terraces 

I don’t miss feeling like I was the interloper that no one knew 

These memorise make me wonder was it just inevitable that we would not be friends forever or Is it just my head telling me I’m not ready to forgive you yet ?