Today is one of those days.
I miss you a lot, the thought of you.
In my head I think I've made you into a greater being, but then I think my imagination is perhaps not too far from the truth.
I miss your Hugo Boss t-shirt, the one I liked to sleep in, it was so "you" because it was a normal shirt, a normal man; but soft and structured, high end, well-crafted, loyal. A good t-shirt, a good man.
I miss your mouth. I miss that mouth constantly. Your mouth and your explosive kisses. When I look at other mouths, new mouths, they don’t help me to forget yours whatsoever. That mouth ignited those hands that grabbed with the right pressure.
I miss your freshly washed hair, brushed back, and how your cheekbones seemed to pop out even more with that spy-dandy hairdo.
Most, I miss is that heart that was so passionate, yet calm.
I miss you a lot today. It's just one of those days.
(Originally written in 2012)
I miss you a lot, the thought of you.
In my head I think I've made you into a greater being, but then I think my imagination is perhaps not too far from the truth.
I miss your Hugo Boss t-shirt, the one I liked to sleep in, it was so "you" because it was a normal shirt, a normal man; but soft and structured, high end, well-crafted, loyal. A good t-shirt, a good man.
I miss your mouth. I miss that mouth constantly. Your mouth and your explosive kisses. When I look at other mouths, new mouths, they don’t help me to forget yours whatsoever. That mouth ignited those hands that grabbed with the right pressure.
I miss your freshly washed hair, brushed back, and how your cheekbones seemed to pop out even more with that spy-dandy hairdo.
Most, I miss is that heart that was so passionate, yet calm.
I miss you a lot today. It's just one of those days.
(Originally written in 2012)
