Time never mattered until I spent it with you, my love.
I miss every inch of you, my love. I miss that beautiful green grey brown of your eyes when they look unblinkingly, unflinchingly into the simplistic browns of my own. I see so much beyond my own eye's reflection within them. Truth, love... a future. My future. Ours. Together.
I miss every square centimeter of your skin brushing against mine. I miss the way we move against and within and through one another, your head falling to rest on my clavicle, quiet and softly breathing against my neck. I miss your arms reaching out to me in the night, pulling me close and holding me hostage until dawn. I miss your toes tangled with mine when you get cold just before dawn, because we've fallen asleep with the window wide open again. I miss turning off the alarm and kissing you awake for class instead.
I miss the strength of your shoulders when you pick me up like I'm not 5'9" and not heavier than when you met me. I miss the feelings of your hands against my shoulder blades when you pull me to your lips when I'm being difficult and silly. I miss the way you whisper to me even when we're alone, like your love is just for me. I miss every inch of you, my wolf, I miss your heart and soul, the places where I live and love and am happy. I miss the way we talk walks in the middle of the night in the rain and play in a fountain missing its water. I miss the secret places within your world that I have yet to know, but I welcome openly as a part of my own. I miss our constant discoveries within one another, and how we yet have known each other from the beginning of time.
I miss every square centimeter of your skin brushing against mine. I miss the way we move against and within and through one another, your head falling to rest on my clavicle, quiet and softly breathing against my neck. I miss your arms reaching out to me in the night, pulling me close and holding me hostage until dawn. I miss your toes tangled with mine when you get cold just before dawn, because we've fallen asleep with the window wide open again. I miss turning off the alarm and kissing you awake for class instead.
I miss the strength of your shoulders when you pick me up like I'm not 5'9" and not heavier than when you met me. I miss the feelings of your hands against my shoulder blades when you pull me to your lips when I'm being difficult and silly. I miss the way you whisper to me even when we're alone, like your love is just for me. I miss every inch of you, my wolf, I miss your heart and soul, the places where I live and love and am happy. I miss the way we talk walks in the middle of the night in the rain and play in a fountain missing its water. I miss the secret places within your world that I have yet to know, but I welcome openly as a part of my own. I miss our constant discoveries within one another, and how we yet have known each other from the beginning of time.