Fats The Dragon Bard's blog: "The writings of Fats"

What is it about you that keeps me coming back to these thoughts?  I’ve reconciled our departure from each other, and yet, I feel as though I’m lacking something.

I miss the way we could talk for hours about absolutely nothing.

I miss seeing you smile at the sight of me walking up to you.

I miss the way you played with my hair even after I told you it bothered me, because you knew I really loved it.

I miss holding you in my arms.

I miss not caring about anything that happened around us while I was with you.

I miss the smell of your shampoo on my pillow after you left.

I miss getting lost in your eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

I miss arguing about stupid shit that didn’t matter, just so I could kiss you and make you forget why we were arguing.

I miss hugging you around the waist from behind.

I miss going to the mall and getting bored because you insisted we look through every single store.

I miss feeling your head rise and fall on my chest as you laid it there while we watched a movie.

I miss the sheer excitement of know that we were going to spend time together soon.

I miss you bitching about my choice in music, just because you like to get me riled up.

I miss sitting, drinking coffee for hours, merely so we could be together.

I miss your smell.

I miss your touch.

I miss your voice.

I miss…you.