I miss you. I actually do miss you quite a lot. As I am seated here, sad and alone, I can’t help but miss you and wish you were here with me. I miss the good times we spent together. I miss the smiles, laughter, anger, sadness, kisses, gifts and love that we shared. I miss those blissful moments that I never wanted to end. I miss those times when I had your undivided attention. I miss your looks of love and adoration towards me. I miss how well you could read me. I miss all the unexpected surprises. I miss all the nights I spent tangled up in your arms. I miss the mornings I woke up to your handsome face. I miss the moments we spoiled each other in any way we could. I miss all those new experiences we tried out together. I miss all the envious and jealous glances I got whenever we went out together. I miss our argument and fights. I miss our making up moments, they were always unconventional. I miss our passion, chemistry and desire. I miss our closeness. I miss our craziness together. I miss our wild moments. I miss the way you touched me and made me feel. I miss how open you were to me. I miss your cheesy jokes. I miss your calm, calculative and collected behaviour and responses. I miss all the heartfelt texts and letters. I miss the sex. I miss everything that we were and had.
It kills me it all had to end but I have no regrets about what we had. I just wish it didn’t have to end.