let me count the numbers of ways i miss you:
i miss your hair
how messy it becomes from the wind
i miss your eyes
as they're (somehow) constantly on me
i miss your voice
the way my name sounds coming from you
tossing compliments at me, left and right
i miss your beard
how it feels when you nuzzle into my shoulder
absently playing with it while you drive
i miss your hands
your fingers exploring my cold skin
entwined as we walk through the park
i miss your torso
my arms under your jacket as we embrace
pulling me against you
i miss your feet
how my feet can fit inside yours
your reaction when I tickle them
i miss you
all the inside jokes
every single kiss
there's a look you get when you're staring at me
snuggling
taking walks
sitting in the back of your car
constantly talking
**** and "poot"
hearing you call me sweetheart
and that's just the start
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
let me count the numbers of ways i miss you:
i miss your hair
how messy it becomes from the wind
i miss your eyes
as they're (somehow) constantly on me
i miss your voice
the way my name sounds coming from you
tossing compliments at me, left and right
i miss your beard
how it feels when you nuzzle into my shoulder
absently playing with it while you drive
i miss your hands
your fingers exploring my cold skin
entwined as we walk through the park
i miss your torso
my arms under your jacket as we embrace
pulling me against you
i miss your feet
how my feet can fit inside yours
your reaction when I tickle them
i miss you
all the inside jokes
every single kiss
there's a look you get when you're staring at me
snuggling
taking walks
sitting in the back of your car
constantly talking
**** and "poot"
hearing you call me sweetheart
and that's just the start