I might miss you in the future. I might wish this hadn’t ended. I might recall with longing memories our many hours together vacationing, dancing, laughing, fancy-free. I might speak of our time together with fondness and adoration. I might miss you.
Or, I might not.
I might be free of you. I might be thankful it ended. I might wonder why I spent so many hours with you even as you were oppressive, sexist, maniacal, controlling. I might tell the truth about you and me, and how we grew apart. I might be free, strong, sighted.
I might miss you in the future.
I might not.