I miss you
Those words seem so insignificant to those who haven't felt the pain, the misery, the sorrow that comes from deep within your soul... when you truly miss someone.
I miss you. Gosh, I miss you. I miss feeling your skin on my fingertips... just caressing the outline of your face. I miss looking into your eyes and seeing that depth of love, confusion, passion and bewilderment. I miss your soft but expressive kisses on my forehead. I miss holding my hand up to meet yours... and admiring the difference in size that makes our hands fit so perfectly into one another. I miss being your little spoon and I even miss being conned into being big spoon. I miss your soul. I miss hearing about your day; I miss hearing random scientific facts about earthly things that no one, typically, cares about. I miss arguing with you. I would love to argue with you just to hear your voice. I miss you... mind, body and, above all, soul.
I miss you. Gosh, I miss you. I miss feeling your skin on my fingertips... just caressing the outline of your face. I miss looking into your eyes and seeing that depth of love, confusion, passion and bewilderment. I miss your soft but expressive kisses on my forehead. I miss holding my hand up to meet yours... and admiring the difference in size that makes our hands fit so perfectly into one another. I miss being your little spoon and I even miss being conned into being big spoon. I miss your soul. I miss hearing about your day; I miss hearing random scientific facts about earthly things that no one, typically, cares about. I miss arguing with you. I would love to argue with you just to hear your voice. I miss you... mind, body and, above all, soul.