OVER TIME

I felt naked. Naked of my truths.

I miss him. I miss him talking to me, I miss the way our bodies fitted perfectly into one other. I miss our daily walks to fuck knows land. I miss him buying samosas for me. I miss him pissing me off in buying Cookie Dough Ben and Jerry's ice cream instead of the Chocolate Fudge Brownie. I miss our late FaceTimes calls. I miss the way he would dirty talk me when he was drunk. I miss him the way he would look at me. I miss the way he would make sure what was him was his. I missed him claiming I was his.