It's funny how I still think of you.
A certain song will come on the radio
a certain smell will be in the air
or a certain feeling will overcome me,
and I'm right back by your side.
Our love, dazzling in the TV glow.
When I think of you, I miss you.
I miss your scent
your touch
your soul.
But most of all,
I miss being loved by you.
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
It's funny how I still think of you.
A certain song will come on the radio
a certain smell will be in the air
or a certain feeling will overcome me,
and I'm right back by your side.
Our love, dazzling in the TV glow.
When I think of you, I miss you.
I miss your scent
your touch
your soul.
But most of all,
I miss being loved by you.
An unaddressed letter to a love unforgotten.
