I miss you.
No, not the late nights with cups of coffee that seemed endless
Not the songs you played as we kissed laying on your favorite couch
Not the silly jokes while you made breakfast
Not the familiar scent of your cologne while you held me in your arms
Not your voice as you whispered sweet nothings to my ears
Not your smile as I danced around the apartment on those wild nights
Not your careful hands as they wiped my tears away
Not the way you laughed at my sarcastic remarks
Not the way you knew me in every way possible
Not even the way you loved me
Truth be said I miss all of that but without you here it means nothing.
YOU ARE READING
✰︎Short Stories✰︎
Historia Cortaa collection of writings i'm a terrible writer *Credit to rightful cover creator*
