I miss the way you call my name, and all the little silly games we played.
I miss the way your beautiful gaze made me feel, and that once our love was truly real.
I miss inhaling you in the morning and exhaling you at night, I am sorry for all the wrongs upon you that I can never make right.
I miss how the sun made your aura so bright that you could even see it in the dead of the night.
I miss your majestic touch that always could make everything just right.
Most of all I think this is true, that the one thing I dearly regret is ever hurting you.
