I miss him.
The way his lips felt against mine.
The way he stared into my eyes.
The way he smiled.
The way his laugh was so enticing.
The contagion of his happiness.
The smirk he'd give.
The way he cared so much more than everyone else.
I miss the color of his eyes,
The way they'd look like a sunset through a bottle of whiskey.
The way he'd let me win at tic tac toe.
The way he'd lightly rock his head while losing himself in the melody of a song.
The way he'd calm me in my worst moments.
The way he'd kiss every part of my body and tell me he loves me.
I miss him.
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