But I am. I miss that smile that sings happiness.
I miss those words that bring me back to life.
Although tonight was so fun with my girls, I miss you like crazy.
I'm thinking about those eyes that I catch staring at me.
I miss them. I miss the feeling at home when I hear your voice.
I miss you getting really close to my face with yours in a casual setting.
And I miss the electricity I feel between that little space.
I miss you. But with every passing minute you're not here, this whole "missing" just hurts more.
Because every minute I'm missing you, you're not missing me back.
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