He knows what it feels like to be hurt.
He knows the pain that I feel.
He knows what it feels like to have your heart torn apart by the person that you love, piece by piece.
He knows what it feels like to be betrayed.
He doesn't know what it feels like to miss the way he looks at me.
He doesn't know what it feels like to miss the way he holds me.
He doesn't know what it feels like to miss the way that he talks to me, and comforts me.
He doesn't know what it feels like to watch him with her.
He doesn't know what it feels like to know that I am better for him than she is.
He doesn't know what it feels like to wish that it were me that he was looking at like that, with so much love.
He doesn't know what it feels like to be me, watching him, watching her, wishing that things could go back to the way that they were, knowing that they never could.