If you walk away, whether by choice or with hands tied behind your back, you can still feel. You can still ache. You can still break. You are allowed to still hurt. You are allowed to still miss the things and people you leave behind. You can can miss their laugh at midnight, the way they pour their milk and cereal, and how they touch every part of your skin. You can miss their eyes staring through you, the way their heart beats along to yours, and how they choose their fruits at the grocery store. You can miss their lips full of stories, the way they dance to their favorite songs, and how they hold you when you are breaking down. Yes, you can still miss the people and the things that used to keep you warm at night, even if they aren't good for you. You are allowed to feel the pain when they are no longer here, when things change. You are allowed to still miss the things you walk away from.