Recovery

As Much As I Hate It, I'll Be Here When You Do

I know you'll miss me someday. You'll miss the way I always gave you corny pick up lines, the way I liked my coffee in the morning, the way I got along with your family. You'll miss how I would sing to you in the car, and cuddle you every night. You'll miss the way my face scrunched up when I'm mad. You'll miss my sigh when I'm in your arms because it's the best part of my day, and the way our lips fit together so perfectly. You'll miss the long drives and the careless laughter we shared. You'll miss how my eyes changed color and how you made fun of my height. You'll miss my soft hair and the touch of my skin against yours. You'll miss the way you gave me Eskimo kisses and kisses on the forehead. You'll miss the way I randomly rubbed your fingers and arm and how I always fought for you. You'll miss the texts I sent that made you smile, and how you were always my first priority. You'll miss the way I loved you.