I still miss her.
I still miss the way she looked at me, when she found out something new about me.
I still miss her.
I still miss the way she held my hand, when she noticed I had anxiety.
I still miss her.
I still miss her caressing touches, the ones that gave me goosebumps and made me shiver.
I still miss her.
I still miss the way she laid down beside me, as if nothing had ever changed.
But what I missed most of all, was the fact that I couldn't call her mine;
I miss you.
•N.G•
