I miss my ex.
I miss the way we used to laugh at the exact same thing at the exact same time.
I miss the way we used to argue about law and legal issues.
I miss the way we used to correct each others coursework while arguing about who was smarter
I miss the way we used to diss the various reigions of Lagos
I miss the way we used to argue about everything and anything
I miss the way I used to tease you everytime your team lost in the premiership
I miss the way we used to plan for you to meet my dad without him killing you
I miss the way you used to stare at me everytime I won an argument
I miss the way you used to make fun of me for sleeping for ages
I miss the way you used to shout on your phone like the person is across the field
I miss the way we both loved to watch yoruba films online even though we always complained abt how terrible they are
I miss the way I used to call you at random times to ask you the capital of a state or other random questions and you would always know
I miss the fact that you were always there for me 24/7 no matter what it was you were doing
I miss the way you never pick your phone becoz its always on vibrate
I miss the way you used to read Nigerian news every morning as soon as you get up
I miss the way you always fed me when I was hungry
I miss the way you used to stutter when you got really passionate
I miss the way you always smelled of cologne all the time
I miss the way you held me so strongly yet so softly
I miss the excitement in your voice everytime you spoke to me
I miss knowing that you were in love with me
I do not miss the lying, the headache and the heartache
I do not miss the stress, the deceit and the dodgey friends
I do not miss the fighting, the inconsistencies and the phoney e-mails
I do not miss the cheating
I do not miss my ex.