I'm a happy person. I swear I am
I sing in the shower & dance down the hallways.
I laugh and giggle. I do all the things happy people do.
I just love life, but that doesn't mean I don't miss him.
It doesn't mean that I don't wish things had ended differently
and It doesn't mean that I don't get upset over the fact that he doesn't miss me at all.
No, it doesn't mean that at all.
