There's this moment.
The one where you can feel electricity moving from your body, desperately trying to reach the person next to you.
Where the familiar comes rushing back and all you crave is to be back in that old home.
A home where his arms felt so safe.
Where when you do connect and nothing can break it, you crave the touch of him next to you.
It begins to consume your mind how much you miss that touch and warmth.
You miss the moment when you two fit like puzzle pieces.
And there's the moment where you two think about each other and it's confirmed when you see his name flash up.
The moment where that moment becomes something you can again touch.
I've missed you.
I've missed the flawless way we fit.