I wrote "You Don't Get To Miss Me" after realizing that missing someone and choosing them are two completely different things.
For so long, I thought if someone missed me enough, loved me enough, or remembered enough of the good moments, eventually they'd come back ready to love me the way I needed. I kept holding onto potential instead of reality.
This song is about finally accepting that someone can know you're special, know you're rare, know exactly what they're losing... and still not choose you.
That's one of the hardest truths I've ever had to accept.
There were so many moments where I made myself smaller to keep the relationship alive. I learned his moods before my own. I learned when to stay quiet, when to give space, when to reassure him, when to apologize for things that weren't mine to carry. I convinced myself that if I just loved him a little better, a little softer, eventually he'd feel safe enough to stay.
But love was never the problem.
The problem was that I was trying to build a relationship with someone who couldn't meet me where I was.
One of my favorite lines is, "I was not hard to love. I was hard to almost love." Because that's exactly what it felt like. I wasn't too much. I wasn't asking for impossible things. I was asking for consistency, honesty, emotional safety, and someone willing to choose me the way I was choosing them.
The hardest part wasn't losing him. The hardest part was realizing I'd spent so much time proving my love that I forgot love isn't supposed to be proven over and over. It's supposed to be returned.
This isn't a revenge song.
I don't want him to hurt the way I hurt.
I just reached a place where I realized that if you repeatedly choose distance over connection, fear over honesty, and comfort over commitment, you don't get to come back later grieving the person you chose not to keep. You don't get to miss someone while refusing to become the person they needed.
And maybe the biggest thing this song gave me was permission to stop waiting.
Because healing doesn't begin when someone finally chooses you.
It begins the moment you choose yourself.