You miss the warmth of being chosen. You miss the future your mind built in their name. You miss how easy it felt, for a while, to forget your own emptiness. This is what makes heartbreak so confusing. It does not only take away a person. It removes the mirror in which you had started to admire your life. And now, without that reflection, you are left asking a harder question: was it love, or was it dependence dressed in tenderness?
