I miss...

I miss watching those kissable lips
Scrunch up in shyness,
A smile hiding.
Her soft voice
Appeasing my lonely soul.
Her tiny sprite body
Beckoning me.
Her hand-sized breast
Inviting.
The delightfully slight tension
Of never giving in
To temptation.

I miss the comfort we shared.
No secrets, just trust.
How she told me she cut
And all the other ways
She tried to chase her demons away.
She would hint,
I would ask
And she would tell.
I wanted to know all.
All accompanied by
Nervous giggles
And a beautiful light blush.

I miss being infatuated
And imagining
All the possibilities.

I miss planning with her.

I miss her