I miss…

I miss texting him about my horrible day

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…

…just maybe…