I miss being angry at you

I miss being angry at you

I miss being angry at you. It's a strange feeling to long for the days when my blood would boil at the mere thought of you. When every word that came out of your mouth felt like a personal attack, and every action you took felt like a betrayal. It's a strange feeling because anger is not typically something we associate with longing or nostalgia. But in the context of our relationship, anger was a sign that I still cared. It was a sign that I still had some fight left in me, that I still had some passion for what we once had.

When I think back on the times when I was angry at you, I remember the words that were exchanged between us. Harsh words, hurtful words, words that cut deep and left scars that may never fully heal. But in those moments of anger, there was also a sense of release. A sense of catharsis that came from finally letting out all the pent-up frustration and resentment that had been building inside me for so long.

I miss the way my heart would race and my hands would shake when I was angry at you. I miss the way my voice would rise and my face would flush with emotion. I miss the way I would feel so alive in those moments of anger, so connected to my own emotions and desires.

But now, things are different. Now, the anger has faded and all that's left is a dull ache of sadness and regret. I miss being angry at you because it meant that I still had hope for us. It meant that I still believed that things could be different, that we could work through our issues and come out stronger on the other side.

But now, I realize that the anger was just a mask for the deeper pain that I was feeling. The anger was a defense mechanism, a way to protect myself from the vulnerability of admitting that things were not okay between us. And now that the anger is gone, all that's left is the raw truth of our broken relationship.

So yes, I miss being angry at you. I miss the fire and passion that it brought to our interactions. But more than that, I miss the hope and belief that it represented. I miss the possibility of a future where we could overcome our differences and find our way back to each other. But for now, all I can do is mourn the loss of that anger and try to find a way to move forward without it.