I miss texting him about my awesome day
I miss informing him how my students surprised my
I miss talking to him
I miss holding his hand
I miss leaning on his shoulder
I miss burying my head into his chest
I miss him for giving me the sense of security
I miss doing the little things I’ve hated but he loved
I miss him….
….maybe I miss him only out of habit….
…maybe I miss him altogether…