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it's not that I miss you. I miss having someone, someone who cares. I miss your presence. how you could get involved with just my hands, my hair, my lips for hours. i miss your patience. how you came and layed down on top on me, kissed my neck and told me "how beautiful I was." I miss how you made me feel. i miss the way you kissed me, it really felt genuine. to watch the same movie twice to document is lost among kisses.how you came up with your words, just because you were nervous. what it was like to fall asleep in your arms, sleeping continuously a whole night and waking up next to you, to see that you were already awake and hear you say "this is the problem when you sleep here, I could not sleep myself just because I want to be with you." I know that everything was not always good, but when I was with you I didn't want to be anywhere else. it felt so right, how can it be so wrong?
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