I miss how we used to be.
I miss when I could talk to you comfortably.
I miss when we cuddled and kissed each other's cheeks.
I miss when you put your hand on my thigh and rubbed it softly.
I miss when I felt your stubble on my ear when you spoke
I miss when we were us.
I miss when we could sit in silence
I miss when you loved me as much as I love you
But that all had to change.
I still miss it, though.