I miss him. I know I saw him a few days ago, but I do. I miss running my fingers through his hair because it's so soft and curly. I miss staring at him while he watches something, he never understands why but I do. He looks so handsome all the time, but especially in those moments. I just keep thinking, "how is this person so perfect and how is he holding me really close to his body now?". I miss the way he misses me when I get up and he wants me back in his arms. I miss the way he hugs me when I do. I miss the way he traces my jaw when i'm sleeping, and I miss the way he kisses me so lightly. I miss when he says he hasn't stared into my eyes in a while, and I miss the way he tells me I look beautiful in the moonlight. I miss his calloused fingers and his bumpy skin, I like the feeling it makes when I run my hands over it, it's unique. I miss his pretty eyelashes and his sass but I especially miss when he tells me how he feels in a low voice for only us to hear. I miss hearing him say "i love you" first. He's my best friend, my first real relationship.
