I miss the way you ran your fingers through my hair

I miss the way you made sure it was just the right amount of messy

I miss the way you held onto my lips when you kissed me

I miss stealing the covers from you

I miss flirtatious texts from across the room

I miss smoke filled afternoons and laughing ourselves to sleep

I miss your smelly bathroom and its toothpaste stained sink

I miss spending my mornings with you

I miss being yours

I miss being us

I miss being missed