I miss you. That is a summary but I will add some details. I miss your smile, your kisses, your hugs, how you used to look at me… I miss sex with you. I miss your chats, your messages interested in me, your 🙈 and your 😘😍.
Even if I fuck things up, even if it I fall into childish behaviour, even if you’re wrong too, even if you underestimate what happened; I’m keeping these fantastic weeks.
And if I could determine the future I would never lose your savoir-faire when I asked you to, or your intelligent silence after my replies, or your hand pulling mine down the streets. I wouldn’t want to lose.
Because I want your smile, your kisses, your hugs, your sex, your 🙈and your 😘😍.