My secret love. I want so much right now to shout out loud, to express it, to tell someone how I feel. I miss him. I might love him. But for now let’s just say that I miss him. Bad. So bad. I want to write everything inside of me. But it’s hard. There’s too much to say. So let’s just say that I miss him.
I miss having to share my bed.
I miss waking up to someone next to me.
I miss the company I had 24/7.
I miss the way he lovingly bullies me.
I miss how he buys me flowers. It surprises me everytime.
I miss sitting on the couch with him and watching tv for hours on end.
I miss watching him play with my dogs.
I miss his laugh.
I miss his smile.
I miss his eyes.
I miss him tickling me.
I miss his soul.
I miss his aura.
I miss the silly dancing.
I miss the good food we have together.
I miss eating with him.
I miss doing chores with him.
I miss having a best friend by my side.
I miss him running his fingers through my hair till I fall asleep.
I miss waking up to still find him stroking my hair.
I miss him shushing me to sleep.
I miss how he wakes up to take care of me when I have a bad dream.
I miss someone caring for me when I’m sick.
I miss how he’s so selfless.
I miss how I had everything in the world when he was around.
I miss the ridiculous accents.
I miss the lame jokes.
I miss the quiet moments together.
I miss the spontaneous outings.
I miss how he’d do anything for my happiness.
I miss feeling secure knowing someone’s there to catch me if I fall. Or jumped.
I miss him calling me cute.
I miss him.
So much. I cry.