“I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.” – Edgar Allan Poe

I miss you so much. I miss everything about you.

I haven’t seen you for so long

I’ve seen you from a far, but I never had a chance to talk to you, to hug you.

I miss your smile

I miss seeing your face everyday; the face I’ve always dreamt of

I miss hearing your voice; the voice I’ve been longing to hear

I miss your hands; I miss the way you hold mine.

I miss your lips; the only lips I have kissed.

I miss your laugh; I love the way your eyes light up when you laugh.

I miss staying up until six in the morning just to talk to you; about nothing

I miss the way I used to think how “perfect” you are; that I’m not good enough for you, that you deserve someone prettier and all.

I miss how I used to be sooo jealous with every girl you talk

I miss how awkward everything used to be between the two of us

I miss our never-ending fights; our petty fights

I miss the times I used to listen to music and think about the moments we spent together

I miss the butterflies you give me when I’m with you

I miss how you follow me when I walk away

I miss how I used to lean on your shoulder

I miss the days we walked together

I miss waking up to your texts

I miss changing of “I love you” ‘s with you

I miss your head in my lap

I like how well I fit in the space betweem your neck and shoulder

I miss the times you smell and play with my hair

I miss how we laugh at things

I miss the times I used to thought of setting you on fire, seriously.

I miss the times we spent hating on each other

I miss how happy I am when I’m with you

I miss everything about us.

And I miss you, I miss every bit of you.

How I wish you could be here, right beside me. I want so you much closer.