I’ll Keep This Simple: I Miss You

Ieva Urenceva
Ieva Urenceva

I miss the way you smell when you’re fresh out of the shower, the way you’d walk around the house with the towel hanging around your waist still singing along to the radio.

I miss the way your hand fit in mine like the final piece to a complicated puzzle; we just worked together despite all of our differences and all the challenges we overcame to get to this spot.

I miss the way your brown eyes looked into mine, it was like no matter what you were reassuring me that everything was going to be okay.

I miss the way you slept next to me, with your arm wrapped around me, pulling me close.

I miss the way you laugh. God, you have such a beautiful laugh, a laugh that instantly makes me smile, just like the drawl that comes out when you start to talk.

I miss the way you didn’t care what anyone thought, you did whatever made you happy and the people around you happy.

I miss the way you made an effort to make me feel appreciated, even in the simplest ways.

I miss the way you never stopped supporting me, even when we were apart. You always let me know you were proud of me.

I miss the way you always treated me with respect.

I miss the way we danced, the way that we could just have fun and make fools out of ourselves. We didn’t dance for anyone else in the room, just each other.

I miss the way you always made me laugh; you’d do nearly anything just to see my face light up.

I miss the way we fit together seamlessly without even trying.

I miss the way you talk to me when we’re wrapped in each other’s arms.

I miss the way you don’t hold back and you’re honest with me.

I miss the way we act when we’re drunk around each other, like nothing in the world could tear us apart because we’re just completely love drunk.

I miss the way you kiss me, like every time is going to be the last.

I miss the way you look when you’re sleeping and when you first wake up in the morning.

But more than the way I miss how you do anything, I miss you.

I miss you and I won’t stop until I’m back in your arms again. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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