I don’t know what I miss the most.
Your brown eyes, your smile, your body, your kisses, your hugs,
The silly little dances you do when you listen to music,
How passionate you were about the things you love,
Kissing you behind your ear, kissing you on your shoulder,
Rubbing your back, hugging you from behind,
The long conversations we use to randomly get into,
The way I use to make you smile when I was being weird,
Holding your hand every time I wanted to sit next to you,
The fact that I use to get jealous because you ate more than me,
The little wars we’d have to see who got something right,
The way you always knew what to say when I was upset,
The way you held my face to look at me,
Waking up being able to see you,
Kissing you goodnight right before I went to bed,
I even miss the things I thought I didn’t like.
But it seems like there’s nothing left for me…