I miss you so much it breaks me.
I miss you when I see your name on my touchpad, my computer asking me, like me heart does, to think of you
I miss your smiles, your dance moves, when your foot rests on mine under a table or our hands find one another underneath a blanket
I miss the way you kiss me when you’re trying to tell me things.
I miss smiling in my room, thinking about you as I listen to love songs as I fall asleep
I miss walks, where we wouldn’t say much, or do much, but enjoyed one another in a way we couldn’t anywhere else
When i miss you it feels like my heart is being squeezed
My eyes turn down and my lips up, in a smile that hurts but knows it was right
I look around, wishing I could make eye contact with somehting that would make me feel like you
I think about you, listen to all the songs, look st picture, but none of it makes me feel the way you do.
It makes me miss you more.
I wish I could head to your room right now and find you in bed to give this to you myself
I wish I could articulate how I feel.
My love for you burns in my chest. Every picture of you is precious, every text is pure gold. It reminds me of why I love you. How happy, joyful, content, grounded, secure, intimate, satisfied, ecstatic and thrilled I feel when I’m with you. I’ve never felt the way you make me feel. I’ve never felt like I was melting when I kissed someone. I’ve never felt my chest injestiing it self as you pressed your lips to mine lightly, sending eruptions up my spine.
I’ve never felt so high, elated, than afterwards.
I’ve never felt love, in a moment. I’ve never recognized it as such, known so confidently how I felt about you.
I’ve never said that.
Any of this.
I knew I loved you then and it melted me. I know I love you now and it wrenches me.