"It doesn't hurt me," I find myself murmuring. Nothing hurts anymore, not the way it used to. 

I don't miss the way your lips felt as they pressed softly against mine, nor do I miss the soft velvet heat of your body cuddled up against mine. It's fine. I don't miss the way our hair would tangle together or the way you somehow made me smile on days I felt like dying. I don't miss anything because nothing in the world was meant to last.

"Everything is as temporary as the batteries in my vibrator," I say through stung lips.