misses and kisses

I miss you.
I miss everything about you.
I missed you the moment you left me.

I miss sleeping beside you, holding you to sleep.
I miss the smell of your skin, when I hold you to sleep.
I miss waking up beside you.
I miss waking up to your kisses and hugs.

I miss sitting on the doorstep with you, smoking and talking about everything and anything.
I miss holding your hand while talking.
I miss running my fingers through your hair.

I miss the way you look at me under the hair covering your eyes.
I miss the way you just look at me.
I miss the way you just look at me and smile.

I miss kissing you.
I miss the way we kiss.
I miss the way we touch.

I miss looking forward to seeing you.
I miss walking around with you.
I miss listening to you complain while everyone else shops.

But, most of all, I just miss you. And only you.

No matter what, baby, it's gonna be only you.
Trust me, it's gonna be only you.

Because I've never felt this way about anyone else but you. Cheesy, but it's true.

We complement each other.

We fit.

And...
I love you.

You know it's gonna be only the two of us.
Always.
Trust me.