I miss you. I know all the things you say are true, that this isn't the right time for us and I need to do the right thing for those in my life now, but I miss you.
I miss how effortless it is to be with you, how you make me laugh and tease me. I miss the way you smell and the way you feel and the way you kiss. I miss sharing my day with someone who mirrors me in almost every way.
I miss playing with you, having you catch me up and pin me down although both of us know I could easily get away and that you only use a small fraction of the power you have in those arms to keep me still. I miss those arms.
I miss the me I was when you were there. I miss the sparkle. I miss laughing. I have a good life without you: but as much as I have, it doesn't fill that void that you did.