I miss
him.
I miss his kisses on my belly,
giving me the feeling of butterflies.
I miss when he hugged me,
the way he made me feel protected.
I miss the way he would kiss me,
holding my face...
I can still feel where his hands laid.
I miss him, I remember the parts of my back, where he traced
his fingers on.
I miss the way he held my hand,
it was tight, but still so gentle.
I miss his scent, I couldn't name it,
but I could remember the smell.
I miss our fights, but it made us stronger,
as well as our relationship.
I miss our phone calls late at night, about anything and
just innocent and in love.
I miss the way he would comfort me,
asking if I'm okay and not letting me go
until I was...
I'll always miss him, but it doesn't matter.
He's moved on.
These feelings shouldn't mean this much,
but they do.
