Posted by Anonymous on 2015/04/16 under Uncategorized I love you. I love you so much it hurts. And I miss you. I miss your laugh and your dimples, your cheeky smile and the way you run your hand through your hair. I miss your arms wrapped around me, your comforting smell, the tattoos on your chest, the way you put your hands on my cheeks. I miss your kindness, your gentleness, how you just understand me, how your eyes look when you listen so carefully. I miss your compassion and how you care for others, your unspoken generosity and your desire to help people. I miss your voice when we whisper, when it’s quiet, and when its loud and raspy, I miss your accent. I miss you kissing my forehead, hugging me from behind, squeezing my hand, even tickling me. I miss how passionate you can be, when we argue, when we debate, and how strongly you feel about certain things. I miss your terrible jokes and your silly dance moves, the songs you play and the way you sing to yourself. I miss how your face lights up around children, how quiet and happy you are around babies, and how you talk of being a father. I miss the way you look when you are concentrating, when you play the guitar, or when you try to teach me something. I miss your warmth, all your love, your honesty and openness, your loyalty and your cheeky, sensitive heart. I love you. I love you so much it hurts.