Jul 2015
I miss you.
I miss hearing your voice at 1am telling me pointless stories. I miss your laugh at 3pm making fun of my endless complaints. I miss your constant messages filling my phone. I miss the way you look on FaceTime at 10 at night. I miss your kisses on my forehead and even more the way you bite my lip. I miss feeling your hands around my waist. I miss the way you looked at me like I was your everything. I miss our empty conversations filled with giggles and smirks. I miss your hands in mine and your lips on mine. I miss your ring on my finger and you in my heart. I miss playing games with you. I miss that night on the couch with your body against mine. I miss fighting with you over absolutely nothing. But most of all I miss our endless, pointless and playful conversations.
I miss hearing your voice at 1am telling me pointless stories. I miss your laugh at 3pm making fun of my endless complaints. I miss your constant messages filling my phone. I miss the way you look on FaceTime at 10 at night. I miss your kisses on my forehead and even more the way you bite my lip. I miss feeling your hands around my waist. I miss the way you looked at me like I was your everything. I miss our empty conversations filled with giggles and smirks. I miss your hands in mine and your lips on mine. I miss your ring on my finger and you in my heart. I miss playing games with you. I miss that night on the couch with your body against mine. I miss fighting with you over absolutely nothing. But most of all I miss our endless, pointless and playful conversations.
