drawing on asphyxiation,,
i miss his eyes.
i miss those beautiful hazel-green eyes.
the ones that looked at me with such tenderness.
the ones that broke my heart when they cried.
i miss his lips.
the way they curled into one of his goofy smiles
[[the only smiles that could make me melt inside]]
the way they pressed themselves to my forehead in one of the sweetest gestures i’ve known.
the way they smoothed over my own in the softest of kisses, always gentle.
i miss his scent.
the way he smells like cherry bubblegum and strawberries in the morning.
[[and the face he makes when i tell him he smells like cherry bubblegum and strawberries]]
the way he smells slightly like cigarettes in the late afternoon
[[even though he's trying to stop smoking]]
the way he smells in the evening, just the right amount of sweet musk to send me reeling into a sleepless night.
i miss the way his breath tastes like coffee when he’s close.
i miss the way his arms wrap around me, like a shield, making me feel safe, protected.
i miss the way his body feels when he holds me tight, the way his chest rises and falls with each breath he draws.
i miss his touch, and the way it made me feel;
like i mattered.
