I miss his warm smile. I miss his silly laughter. I miss his jokes. I miss the way he made me laugh till I had tears in my eyes. I miss his soft skin. I miss his touch. I miss his strong hands, his strong arms around me. I miss looking into his eyes. I miss talking to him. I miss hearing him talk. I miss his stories. I miss holding him, touching him. I miss our passion. I miss the happiness. I miss the love. I miss knowing he's there. I miss waking up next to him. I miss talking with him on the phone. I miss his messages. I miss being able to message him. I miss talking to him and seeing him on Skype when we couldn't be together. I miss sharing a cigarette with him. I miss feeling his body next to mine, in bed. I miss falling asleep in his arms. I miss feeling so safe, like nothing in the whole world can hurt me, because he is there. I even miss the fights. I miss talking endlessly on gmail chat. I miss sending him pictures, and receiving pictures back. I miss telling him everything, no matter how insignificant, and him actually being, or pretending to be, so interested. I miss the constant butterflies. I miss admiring him. I miss trying to convince him how amazing he is. I miss the way he used to look at me. I miss they way he used to touch me. I miss the sparkle in his eyes. I miss his naughty antics. I miss his crazy ideas. I miss how comfortable I was with him. I miss how beautiful he made me feel. I miss telling him how much I love him. I miss telling him how much I miss him. I miss his frown. I miss his music. I miss his silly singing antics. I miss his 'talking' with songs, when he doesn't have the words. I miss listening to his plans for the future. I miss our talks about living together, having kids, sharing a life. I miss his big dreams. I miss the laugh lines on his face, and the scars on his body. I miss his white underwear. I miss what he is able to do to me, in so many ways. I miss being able to depend on him. I miss being taken care of, as much as I take care of him. I miss cooking for him. I miss cooking together. I miss him cooking for me. I miss his rum and coke. I miss the way he knows me inside and out. I miss the stupid things he does. I miss laughing with him.
I miss everything about him. I don't have enough words.
Will it ever go away?!
3 comments:
It's hard. Wounds of the heart never heal completely...
How are you holding up, hun?
Anonymous?
That's right.
It's the big, scary anony-monster!
But, really, you don't know me. I'm just someone who cares. :)
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