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