You don't miss him, You missed the way he made you feel. The way he held your hand To the way his lips touched yours, You missed the car ride, With the music turned up Loud. To the way his hand gripped your thigh,
That's what you missed.
Him looking at you with "those" eyes And you giggling when he kissed you neck To the way his breath hitched when you kissed his. That's what you miss.
Looking in his eyes And actually feeling alive, Feeling what every woman wants to feel in her life,
You don't miss him Well, you might, But you miss feeling wanted. Feeling high from every text. To doing something you two shouldn't exactly done, And waking up that next day still remembering it. Walking in the mall together and getting those "oh they're a couple" stares. To sitting his lap feeling his steady heartbeat. You missed the 7 year friendship That almost turned into a romance.