In Retrospect...

Miss the night you called, miss the ecstasy of speaking to you.
Miss the anxiety and tension that would grip me before calling you.
Miss myself wandering, groping for topics while chatting with you.
Miss the sleepless nights, tears with your name etched on them.
Miss the pain of being far from you, the desire to meet you.
Miss my wavering confidence, excitement on my way to your city.
Miss the agony of your rejection, of the failure of my first love.

Strangely, in spite of all these, I hardly miss you any more.
What I miss more is being in love, for the first time in my life.