I miss the smell.
Pungent yet refreshing.
The smell of hard work and a long day mixed with a hint of cologne.
Delicately blending together into an enticing aroma that swallowed me whole.

I miss the touch.
Firm yet soft, loving.
The way it could make my senses dance. Gliding a hand over the curves of my landscape.
Waves of contentment washing over like a light rain, the prickles of goosebumps dancing over my skin.
His firm grasp like an anchor that Moore's a ship keeping it from drifting away. Tethering me to reality keeping me sane.

I miss the quiet.
3am wrapped up safe and secure in the arms of the one who cared. Listening to his soft breaths even and slow. Feeling them dance on the back of my neck. The warmth enveloping me like that of the hot cocoa you sip on after a long winter's day. Bringing the chill out of my soul.

I miss the loud.
Blasting music as we are propelled down the highway on a journey to nowhere.
The world flying by blurring into nothingness, but the world didn't mater because it was right there holding my knee and smiling