The same old story

I miss the way you speak.

I miss the way we talk.

I miss the way I tower over you.

I miss the way we hold hands.

I miss the way your hand fit in mine.

I miss the way you lips move.

I miss the way your lips touch mine.

I miss the way you kiss.

I miss the way you look at me.

I miss the way your eyes catch light.

I miss the way you smile.

I miss the way you make me smile.

I miss you.




I miss your face.