These Are The Words That I Wish I Could Say To You In Person

I miss you in a way that I don’t really understand and can’t really express.

I miss the sound of your voice and the way you used to tell me you loved me.

I miss your eyes and how I could just stare into them for hours on end with no other purpose than to have you stare back into mine.

I miss your fingers and the way that they fit into my own.

I miss kissing your pink lips, and your soft hands, and your closed eyelids, and your smooth shoulders, and your fragile neck, and your flushed cheeks, and your scrunched nose.

I miss your eyebrows.

I miss how you would cook for me and how you let me cook for you, even though it rarely turned out well.

I miss how you used to cut my hair.

I miss the feeling of your body pressed against mine, thinking that I could die at that moment; happy that the last thing I knew was your touch, and in that your love.

I miss making you laugh, whether with me or at me.

I miss playing with your hair, and you playing with mine.

I miss cuddling to keep warm.

I miss waking up with you by my side, both of us tired and cranky, but still happy that we were together.

I miss arguing with you over the most trivial topics and being okay with losing because seeing you smile was worth defeat.

I miss singing to you.

I miss you.

I miss you.
I miss you.

I miss you so damn much.

I miss you like the air when I’m underwater.

I miss you like warmth when I’m freezing.

I miss you like light when it’s too dark to see.

I miss you like I hope you would miss me.

I miss you like time slipping away; seconds turning to minutes turning to hours turning to days.

I miss you like the months that have gone by.

I miss you like the years that we spent together.

I miss you like the decades that I’ve lived.

I miss you like the centuries I will never witness.

I miss you in a way that I will never understand and can never fully express.

I miss you so much that I wrote this for you, despite knowing that you will never read it.