“I miss you” sounds simple — almost commonplace, mundane.  But between the lines live galaxies of quiet achements.

I miss your scent in the air, your lips, your laughter, your touch, your voice.
I miss my hand in yours, feeling safe, the quiet pride of walking next to you.
I miss shared meals, soft kisses, and morning coffees.
I miss falling asleep on your chest, feeling your body twitch in sleep, even your snoring beside me.
I miss waking to the warmth of you in the early morning light.
I miss our deep, sensual moments that leave us spent and longing for more.
I miss sharing sorrow, angst, humor, happiness – all the fragile, human moments in between.
I miss looking forward to the day we have ahead of us, together.

I miss you,
and the way your presence made ordinary life feel tenderly alive.

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