All these years have taught me one important lesson in life – no matter how much I move on, I will never be able to completely forget the woman who I once loving called MY WIFE. I miss you.

Our marriage may have ended but I can never forget the person with whom it all started. I miss you.

If there is one advice I can offer all the newly divorced men out there it would be – never expect a piece of paper to help you emotionally separate from the woman with whom you once shared your life, dreams and destiny. I miss you.

I can claim to hate you all I want but at the end of the day I will always have a soft corner for the woman who is the mother of my beautiful children. I miss you.

Different jobs, different homes, different suburbs, different routines, different lives – everything between us has changed except one thing – we have same history. I miss you.

There is NOTHING that can change the fact that we are now divorced and separated. But there is SOMETHING that changed how I used to hate you. I miss you.

My heart has managed to convince me, that we weren’t mean to be. But the problem is that I haven’t managed to convince my heart, that we have to be apart. I miss you.

Our divorce was emotionally painful, physically tiring and mentally stressful. But looking back at how it unfolded, it was a life experience which I wouldn’t want to have with anyone else. I miss you.

You hated me for what I did, not for who I was. But I will always respect you for what you were and the person that you are yet to be. I miss you.

You are not the only person I miss. I also miss the person that I was when you were around. I miss you.

Your memories rouse a sweet melancholy of things that should have been and of the things that will never be. I miss you.

Even though our marriage crumbled apart like a cookie, the crumbs that signify the precious memories will always be sweet. I miss you.

Our fights were bitter, our marriage went sour but our memories will always remain sweet. I miss you.

Maybe our marriage wasn’t meant to be, maybe we both were destined to drown in heartbreak’s sea. Maybe we were meant to go separate ways, maybe it was in our marriage’s destiny to see gloomy days. Maybe you were never meant to be in my life’s view, maybe I was destined to keep missing you.

I love to hate you. I hate that I loved you. But I still miss you.