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I'm Missing You

I'm missing your voice telling me that you love me.
I'm missing your laughing and your crying.
I'm missing your smile that makes me melt.
I'm missing your intelligence.
I'm missing your kindness.
I'm missing your passion and compassion.
I'm missing your hair that you always fuss with.
I'm missing your glasses that you occasionally take off and stick the end in your mouth. I never told you how sexy I thought that was, but now that I'm missing you..I wish I had.
I'm missing you getting pissed when I call you emo.
I'm missing your wife beaters, your blue donkey shirt and hoodies.
I'm missing your dickies pants and even your jeans you wear thermals underneath.
I'm missing your pecks and cute nipples.
I'm missing your stomache you once wrote my name on.
I'm missing your bracelets.
I'm missing your .... yeah, I'm a perv but I am.
I'm missing your great legs and cute ass.
I'm missing your drawings and poems.
I'm missing us eating the same thing.
I'm missing our talks about Bjork, Violent Femmes, Garbage, Atari Teenage Riot, Sneaker Pimps and of course Sinatra.
I'm missing our talks about French and Japanese movies.
I'm missing the way you said oh shit when you watched Suicide Circle for the first time.
I'm missing The City of Lost Children & M.
I'm missing your sweetness.
I'm missing I grilled cheese sandwhich you.
I'm missing the things only we know about.
I'm missing the coincidence around every corner.
I'm missing your emails.
I'm missing the way you tease me by saying aboot.
I'm missing your text messages.
I'm missing 20 questions.
I'm missing I'm fucking in love with you.
I'm missing run away with me.
I'm missing you.

I found a in my pocket for you.

Question for the day:

1. What do you miss?