Hey you...With the Face

How dare you look at me.  How dare you smile at me like that.  You make it so hard to not miss you.  But see the thing is…I don’t really miss you.  I simply miss your companionship.  You didn’t treat me right.  Believe me, I KNOW how I should be treated.  And how you were treating me?  That wasn’t it.  So don’t smile at me…don’t make me think about you.  Because I don’t want to.  Unless you plan on apologizing and starting over completely, do not look at me like that ever again.  You’re killing me right now and you’re not even here.  How could I let you become that significant?