i miss the way that we’ll kiss

i miss the way our tongues will chase one another as your hand clutches the back of my head

i miss the way you’ll hold my hands as you kiss me softly, the way your lips will close softly over one of mine

i miss the way our lips will fiddle with one another, slipping rhythmically over one another as our chests flatten against one another

i miss the way that you’ll kiss me on my nose, softly, when we’re done, and then you’ll nuzzle into me, lightly, with your left cheek

i miss everything that will happen when you stand and face me and lean into me and

pull me close to you

finally.

god. who even are you.