I’ve forgotten what you look like
Some days I can’t picture you at all

I don’t remember your face
Those eyes, the lines, the curve of your lips when you used to smile at me
I don’t remember your body
Those arms, the structure, the way you moved when I laid on your chest
I don’t remember your voice
Those sounds of laughter, the excitement, the late night talks
Everything physical is foreign to me

So when I start to reminisce about what we used to have
I can only remember how you made me feel
When you smiled at me I felt beautiful
When I laid on your chest I felt wanted
When we talked I felt important

So maybe it isn’t you who I miss
Maybe I just miss the feeling