Payb Takes Book 3

I Miss You

June 9, 11pm, Manila:
June 9, 8pm, Maldives:

I arrive to an empty home for the fifth night this week, Love.

I miss you.

Every moment spent without you here has been harder to live by. This home breathes of you and it wallows in its yearning for you, echoing my heart.

I miss you.

Each time I open the door, I always picture the way you ran to me from the bedroom or the kitchen or wherever room you came from and just whole trustingly leap right into my arms, knowing I will catch and lift you up as you cling to me and shower me with kisses. I miss your kisses.

I miss you.

I walk by the living room and see us cuddling in the couch, watching a movie or kissing or reading or listening to music or talking or just simply sitting quietly together, content with just having and holding each other. I miss how your body molds with mine, how you hair tickles my cheek, how you snuggle on my chest, how your slender arms wrap around me tight as I enclose you in my embrace, how you squeeze me tighter with a sigh just out of the blue then smile, how I would just drop a kiss here and there and make you giggle.

I miss you.

I miss the sound of your laughter.

I miss you.

I look at the TV and I chuckle remembering how we would argue over the shows we want to watch, you frown at the action and superhero movies I want and I cringe at your romantic comedy chick flicks. You always win of course. How can I resist those cute eyebrows that adorably scrunch up when you frown, the cute wrinkle on your button nose, the slight flare of your nostrils and that pout? Oh God! That pout! Those luscious lips that render me helpless whether in kisses or in pouts. You can beat me in every game, Love, and I will willingly raise my hand up in surrender much as I surrendered my heart, my life, my whole being to you.

I miss you.

If this is another game to which I lose in admitting how much I yearn for you, here! I'm throwing the towel. Oo na. Talo na ako. Because I do.

I really really really miss you.

I get some water in the kitchen and my mind is filled of images of you by the sink or by the stove, smiling over your shoulder and greeting me. "Good morning, Love. Kain na." Or "Pagod sa work, asawa ko? Gusto mo ng tea?" You would sit with me on the table and watch me eat and feed me while you drink water from your glass and sip from your bowl of soup still on that diet which I tell you you didn't need to do because you are already perfect.

I miss you.

I miss how your eyes sparkle when you gaze at me. I miss your smile. I miss your voice.

I miss you.

I sigh and walk to our bedroom which only floods me with more longing. Here, in our own private space, where we share moments only you and I will know, I am washed by the strongest current of loneliness and wanting. Every step I take inward is a wave of yearning for you, your scent, your taste, your touch, your kiss that threatens to drown me and pull me down to the bottom of the ocean of loneliness.

I miss you.

I ache for the feel of your body on my fingertips, my palms, my skin, my lips.

I miss you.
I thirst for you.
I crave for you.
I desire you.
I love you.

I take a shower only to be reminded of how you always need to take a bath before going to bed. I know. I'm hopeless.

I miss you.

I change the sheets on our bed, I know you'd like fresh beddings when you come home. Yes. You caught me, Love. I did not change them for a week because they still smell of you but you have been gone too long even your scent has slowly faded from them.

And now, I terribly miss you.

I lie in bed trying to catch some sleep but even I know that no matter how much I toss and turn and squeeze my eyes shut, I won't be able to doze off. These fresh creaseless sheets are too forlorn and distressing without your fragrance to lull me to slumber.

I miss you.

I get up and spread the old beddings on the floor and sigh as I lay down. The surface may be hard and cold down here but at least I have your scent to comfort me and your smile in my memory.

I miss you.

I will just lay here, my love, and wait for tomorrow when you will be finally back here in my arms.

I miss you.
I love you.
Forever I'll adore you, Nicomaine.
💛🍃

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