I miss...
I miss calling you 'baby'.
I miss not having to wonder if I'm calling you too much.
I miss putting my hand on you leg while I drive.
I miss brushing our teeth together in the mirror.
I miss holding you.
I miss you holding me.
I miss thinking about our future.
I miss being your 'last call' each night.
I miss bragging about you to other people.
I miss rubbing your head.
I miss the 'tickle fights'.
I miss you making me listen to songs that made you think of me.
I miss waking up to your face in the morning.
I miss kissing you goodnight.
I miss believing that you loved me.
I miss not having to wonder if I'm calling you too much.
I miss putting my hand on you leg while I drive.
I miss brushing our teeth together in the mirror.
I miss holding you.
I miss you holding me.
I miss thinking about our future.
I miss being your 'last call' each night.
I miss bragging about you to other people.
I miss rubbing your head.
I miss the 'tickle fights'.
I miss you making me listen to songs that made you think of me.
I miss waking up to your face in the morning.
I miss kissing you goodnight.
I miss believing that you loved me.

1 Comments:
Whew John, I did always like it when you rubbed my head...and by head, I mean my penis.
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