some little things…
some things I’ve picked up along the way.
like how you no longer wear your cologne,
or how our kisses are limited,
how our hugs are rare.
then there’s the times where you lift your arm so I can cuddle underneath during a movie,
or when I lay on your chest and count your breaths,
or when you’ll lay on my tummy to get more comfortable.
but I think my favorites so far are…
when I sit up and you scoot aside and sit up so I can lay on your lap,
or when I toss and turn your hand will find my waist and pull me back,
or when your fingers
run along my arm
over every scar
and imperfect patch on my skin…
and still, somehow, make me feel at home.
I miss you even when you’re next to me…
I’m still so in love with you.
I love you so.