Missing him was the hardest thing. Torture, almost. Because even though he hurt him, even though there were things about the relationship that weren't the best... the good outweighed the bad.
Cuddling under the blanket on the couch, watching random videos together, playing video games, how they'd spoon each other at night, the moans of pleasure he couldn't erase from his memory...
All of it was torture.
He missed him so much.
It had been two weeks since they'd had friendly contact with each other. It had been almost two weeks since their breakup. It had been a few days since he'd picked up the rest of his things and had to see him.
It was hard to move on when he legitimately thought he'd found his soulmate. When he'd seen their future together in his eyes.
All of it was gone now.
Torture.