The Waiting For That Star To Fall Poem by France Tamaca

I MISS YOU.

I MISS HOW I WOULD BADLY NEED YOUR MESSAGES COZ SOMEHOW THEY WERE ALL I NEED TO COMPLETE MY DAY… TO SHOO MY BURDEN OFF.

I MISS HOW YOU’D REACT TO MY FORWARDED MESSAGES AND HOW FUNNY IT IS THAT YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WHO DOES IT…

I MISS HOW SOMETIMES I WOULD WONDER WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE WHEN YOU SMILE…

WHEN YOU LAUGH…

OH AND HOW YOUR “HEHEHE” MAKES ME WANNA GO LIKE, “HEHEHE” TOO, AND HOW THAT SOUNDLESS CHUCKLE WOULD BE ENOUGH…

I MISS YOUR STORIES…

YOUR JUDGMENTS…

YOUR OPTIMISM…

I MISS HOW I’D LOOK FORWARD TO ANOTHER MORNING…

ANOTHER WORTHWHILE CONVERSATION…

ANOTHER “HI! ” AND “HOW’S YOUR DAY? ”…

AND HOW SUCH SIMPLE GESTURES COULD MAKE ME SMILE…

I MISS YOU…

WISH I COULD TELL YOU JUST HOW MUCH!