Missing U

I think about what I’d miss most about you. And my mind draws a blank. Not because there’s nothing to miss, but because I don’t know where it starts and where it ends.

I’d miss your cheeky grins.
I’d miss your cunning laughs.
I’d miss your hungry stares.
I’d miss your pretend-i-don’t-care shrugs.

Also,
I’d miss the way you smell in the mornings.
I’d miss the way you smell in the nights.
I’d miss the way you stink after cardio.

Also,
I’d miss the feel of your palm on the small of my back.
I’d miss the tickle of your fingers running down my sides.
I’d miss the way your fingers play with mine.

Above all,
I’d miss the way you hold me.
I’d miss the way you kiss me.
I’d miss the way you love me.

And then suddenly, I am one damn emo b***h.

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