It seems as if everyone is telling me that I cannot think of you that way.
Not again.
I know more than anyone of how much trouble you can be.
I know I shouldn't want to take chances when I already know the outcome.
But sometimes I do because sometimes I miss you.
Sometimes I miss the way you would caress my hand and hold it tight.
Sometimes I miss your hugs that reassured me everything's gunna' be
alright.
Sometimes I miss the way your lips taunted mine in the moonlight.
Sometimes I miss the gentleness of your kiss on my mouth.
Sometimes I miss the "goodnight, beautiful" and "good morning,
sunshine!" messages that brought tears to my eyes as I looked back at
them.
Sometimes I miss you, I really do.
