Dear Love,
Now that you're leaving for God knows where and why?
I can only email you and perhaps possibly get through you.
I promised you a list of all the things I miss about you
and I guess this is the perfect time to put it all down.
So here it goes:
I miss touching your hair, pinching your arm, and ticking the back of your hand.
I miss messing your hair. I will miss teasing you.
I miss texting you in the morning, evening, and every time in between.
I miss giving your phone a ring.
I miss talking to you. I miss asking you nonsense questions.
I miss waking you up in the morning. I miss your smell.
I miss asking how you are and I will miss not getting a response from you.
I will miss commenting on every small detail I notice about you.
I miss giving you gifts. I miss giving you notes and letters.
I miss writing what I want to say to you.
I miss touching your face – your forehead, your nose, your ear – touching them suddenly without your permission.
I miss saying your name; I miss writing your name.
I will miss all of these things…
…but I’m gonna be okay
…and you’re gonna be okay.
that’s just how things are.
Happy Valentine's Day!
Sincerely,
Letterbarn
http://letterbarn.blogspot.com/
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