I miss how you embrace me like this — sometimes down around my waist — and how brush your lips against my ear and then down on my neck that I’ve always complained about, just because it tickles me, but believe it or not, I absolutely love the pleasing sensation it makes.
I miss the sound of your voice… your laugh, your smile, your eyes. Those eyes that I’ve always love to look at, and how it amazes me every time I do. I miss your scent, and those times that I smell your colar then say, “Wala na, naubos ko na yung amoy mo,” then do those cheeky grins of mine, and you’ll just laugh at me — that laugh that I’ve always loved.
I miss how I pretend to be crying, and then you will all be like panicking and worried and all that. I miss how you look me in my eyes and how it feels when your fingertips caress my features. I miss how you hold my face with your hands, I miss to be by your side, because in those times, I feel… safe.
I miss holding your hand, and wondering why it’s so much bigger than mine. I miss how you put away my messy hair away from my face so you can see it better, and how I try not to look because I just feel too shy and afraid that you may see me blushing.
I miss the times when you comfort me… ‘cause I know that when you’re the one who says that everything will be alright, I know it’s true. I miss how tight you hug me, and how tighter I do. I miss resting my head on your shoulder, and you stealing a kiss that I always want to do a payback for, but then we’d just laugh off about it.
I miss playing with your hair, and then you’ll grab both of my hands to cling around your neck. I miss everything we do, I miss every second I’m with you…
I just miss you.
And that is what’s killing me right now.
