Dec 2017
"I miss you"
Let me tell you what you miss:
You miss the way how you'd wake up first and watch me sleep just for a few more minutes, how I looked so peaceful and at ease in your arms. You miss the way I'd tease you, calling you silly names that I would make up in my head that were weird to pronounce.
You miss the way I would touch you; passion igniting from my fingertips, warmth filling you after a cold days end.
You miss the idea of me. The things we used to do. Those were a few examples of the good things. When dealing with sorrow it's easier to look at the good times and say "I miss that." Not to get confused with "I miss you." You don't miss me. Even if you did you wouldn't want too.
Let me tell you what you miss:
You miss the way how you'd wake up first and watch me sleep just for a few more minutes, how I looked so peaceful and at ease in your arms. You miss the way I'd tease you, calling you silly names that I would make up in my head that were weird to pronounce.
You miss the way I would touch you; passion igniting from my fingertips, warmth filling you after a cold days end.
You miss the idea of me. The things we used to do. Those were a few examples of the good things. When dealing with sorrow it's easier to look at the good times and say "I miss that." Not to get confused with "I miss you." You don't miss me. Even if you did you wouldn't want too.
