Not At All

I don't know HOW I could possibly be missing someone who doesn't exist anymore, but I am. He has no regard for me, he doesn't care, he has ousted me from his life to make his own better when I was the person he wanted to "marry" ... and of course, he's not missing me either. And really, I'm not particularly lonely. I have the best of people around me all the time (seriously all the time!). So what is it? Why am I feeling like this? Why am I lamenting for something that isn't there?

Some people say that it's better to have loved than not at all. I feel that if I had to go through this, then fine. But I seriously would not ever choose to do this again.

And, yes, for those of you who have wondered, you're right -- he really hurt me that bad.