There is NOTHING that can change the fact that we are now divorced and separated. But there is SOMETHING that changed how I used to hate you.

No matter how many miles you are into your journey, don’t forget to miss your lonely wifey.

I promised never to lie to you, so I won’t say goodbye… because I don’t want to see you go.

The difference between just living and feeling alive, is the difference between life without you and with you.

Our fights were bitter, our marriage went sour but our memories will always remain sweet. I miss you.

Even though our marriage crumbled apart like a cookie, the crumbs that signify the precious memories will always be sweet.

You are not the only person I miss. I also miss the person that I was when you were around.

You hated me for what I did, not for who I was. But I will always respect you for what you were and the person that you are yet to be.

Our divorce was emotionally painful, physically tiring and mentally stressful. But looking back at how it unfolded, it was a life experience which I wouldn’t want to have with anyone else.

My heart has managed to convince me, that we weren’t mean to be. But the problem is that I haven’t managed to convince my heart, that we have to be apart.

If there is one advice I can offer all the newly divorced men out there it would be – never expect a piece of paper to help you emotionally separate from the woman with whom you once shared your life, dreams and destiny.

Our marriage may have ended but I can never forget the person with whom it all started.

I don’t mind the fact that I will never be able to forgive you. But it is bothering me that I still can’t forget you.

I miss you, not just because you were my wife. But because there was a time when your happiness was the purpose of my life.

I don’t think about you like I did before. But I still think about you, something I never thought I would do.

My heart has moved on and so has yours. But my heart hasn’t stopped missing you and I hope yours hasn’t too.

The bright reds, vivid crimsons and vibrant oranges in the canvas of life have turned a pale hue – all because I miss you.

Just like my lungs cannot stop breathing and my heart cannot stop beating at my will, I cannot stop missing you even if I want to.

It is a pity that a horrible marriage had to ruin our beautiful friendship.