I Miss...
i miss him. there, i said it. it's there in black and white. i miss him like crazy.
- i miss half waking up for a kiss, as he gets out of bed and heads off to class.
- i miss getting out of bed, and slipping into one of his tshirts or sweatshirts on my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
- i miss checking in with him several times a day, to make sure everything is okay.
- i miss his nagging me to eat and take my pills.
- i miss the feeling of expecting him home.
- i miss going downstairs, half-dressed, to let him in.
- i miss the feel of his cold lips as he kisses me in the elevator.
- i miss snuggling into him, as we warm each other up.
- i miss his arms around me as we cuddle.
- i miss the smell of his shaving cream on his cheeks and neck.
- i miss running my fingers through his hair, and flaking off dry skin.
- i miss his hands absent-mindedly caressing my arm, back and bum.
- i miss his pulling me in towards him, for a kiss.
- i miss his tongue, gently easing into my mouth as he kisses me.
- i miss our silly nicknames for each other.
- i miss lying on his chest, and feeling his heartbeat speed up.
- i miss getting excited together, by each other.
- i miss our bodies melting into each other as we became one.
- i miss spooning.
- i miss falling asleep in his arms.
- i miss hearing that he loves me.
- i miss him.
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(part 2)
i miss his love.
i miss his respect.
i miss his concern.
i miss knowing that he is there.
i miss the way he would stroke my cheek.
i miss his reassuring touch.
i miss holding hands.
i miss his kisses on my forehead.
i miss him holding me when i cry.
i miss the mole on his back.
i miss the single stubborn white hair on the bridge of his nose.
i miss knowing he’ll take exactly seven minutes to arrive at my door.
i miss showering with the bathroom door open so i can talk to him while he works.
i miss trying to force myself to stay awake while i wait for him to come to bed
i miss clutching a blanket over myself while he chats with housemates, wrapped in a towel.
i miss curling up together and discussing the day.
i miss having his head on my lap.
i miss the indulgent way he’d look at me when i was getting excited about something childish.
i miss stealing all his clothes.
i miss the silly little notes we’d leave on each others desktops.
i miss the paper hands that would wave from the tops of markers.
i miss buffing his nails.
i miss revolving around and around in the shower.
i miss him nagging me to dry my hair and stop dripping on things.
i miss him yelling at me to get off facebook.
i miss spaghetti.
i miss him playing with my hair.
i miss playing with his hair.
i miss trying to eat chips quietly so i don’t wake him up.
i miss falling asleep at the library while he studied.
i miss crawling into bed while he naps, just to be near him.
i miss listening to him breathe.
i miss kissing him while he slept.
i miss his irritation when i would wake him up.
i miss how he would stop being irritated long enough to kiss me.
i miss how ticklish his left hip is.
i miss kissing his inner elbow.
i miss sitting on his lap.
i miss spending lazy sunday afternoons watching movies in bed.
i miss his clothes.
i miss the glass of water on the bedside table.
i miss the toilet paper rolls.
i miss the combined smell of his shampoo, shaving cream, deodorant and laundry detergent.
i miss how exasperated he would get when i refused do laundry.
i miss him wanting to blow things up to solve geopolitical problems.
i miss fighting over the comfy chair.
i miss having teddy tell me secrets.
i miss being a revoltingly cute couple.
i miss others envying our stability.
i miss eating half of his dinner after saying i wasn’t hungry.
i miss him feeding me.
i miss not being scared to feel things.
i miss not being scared to cry.
i miss not being scared.
i miss our openness and honesty.
i miss not playing games.
i miss talking about everything.
i miss believing we would live happily ever after.
i miss him not hating me.
i miss him wanting to be with me.
i miss him loving me.
i wish he still could.
1 Comments:
Shrad,
my eyes are tearing up and I'm at work.
and i hate it that is made me miss my exboyfriend too.
PS CALL ME!!!!
hugs and bugs,
cherry
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