I’m done denying it, I’ll admit it.
I miss the tingling feeling of your touch on my skin. I miss holding your hand. I miss having your hand around my waist. I miss the moments where we’d just stare into each other’s eyes. I miss the times when we just talked about anything. I miss your hugs. I miss our I love you’s. I miss our late night conversations. I miss our skype calls. I miss your good morning texts. I miss your laugh. I miss the sound of your voice. I miss the way you talk to me. I miss your smile. I miss our inside jokes. I miss our gossip talks. I miss having your face close to mine. I miss us being so close that I can feel you breathe. I miss sitting next to you. I miss having you beside me. I miss having you stand next to me. I miss us playing games together. I miss having you. I miss us.
I miss you.
"It just makes me laugh because the lines he once used on me are the same ones he uses on you now…"
"I woke up this morning with such an aching for you that I don’t know what to do with or how to fix.
It’s like I don’t know what to do with my hands when they aren’t wrapped around your waist.
I only know how to grieve the absence of you."
Am I succeeding so far, love? *tender smile*
i’m sorry; I should have known
August 17 2014