I find myself drawn to places where we have been together, where I will eat and sit contentedly in the warmth of a place.
Enjoying the warm memories of us together.
I guess that's what we do when we miss people. When alone, we find a place that is familiar.
I miss him.
But in a good way.
I miss the fun we had together.
I miss the jokes we made, the sound of our laughter.
I miss seeing his clear blue eyes under those heavy lashes, peering into mine.
Just being happy to do so.
Just that.