I miss the hugs
I miss the kisses
But most of all I miss his presence
I miss his voice
I miss his smell
I keep picturing his gorgeous smile
I miss his “I Love you’s”
I miss his “Goodnights”
But what I miss most is him holding me tight
I miss looking into his eyes
I miss him telling me he’ll always be mine
I miss him when he’s near
I miss him when he’s far
I miss him in the morning
I miss him more at night
I miss him each and everyday that passes by