You don’t miss them when you are busy. You don’t miss them six months
later. You don’t miss them on a Saturday night. You don’t miss them
when you are having breakfast or lunch or dinner. You don’t miss them
while you are grocery shopping.
You don’t miss them when you are out partying with your friends. You
don’t miss them when you are on your way home. You don’t miss them on
Sundays. You don’t miss them in December.
You don’t miss them when you are looking through your photo albums.
You don’t miss them every time your phone rings. You don’t miss them
when you are rereading their old text messages. You don’t miss them when
you are running your eyes over their old tweets that were directed at
you.
You don’t miss their laughter. You don’t miss their smell. You don’t
miss their eyes. You don’t miss their arms. You don’t miss their hands.
You don’t miss their fingers. You don’t miss
them when you are feeling lonely. You don’t miss them when you are
alone.
You miss them when you have nothing to do. You miss them a year later
when you can barely remember how they looked like. You miss them
everyday and every night. You miss them when you are trying to enjoy
your meal, because you remember how often you used to visit that café,
or that steak house, or how much they loved meatball, fried rice, and "soda gembira" hhe. You
miss how fun it was to be in a supermarket, giggling at a funny-looking food.
You miss hanging out in a coffee shop until midnight, sipping a cup
of hot chocolate with honey while listening to our song. You miss how they used
to hold your hand while they were driving you home. You miss how you
used to spend your Sundays, talking and laughing like an idiot all day long, You miss them during
the holiday season.
You miss how your cheek used to touch theirs every time you took a
picture with them. You miss how excited you were to see their name on
the caller ID. You miss how you used to talk with them, because you know
that’s not how you talk to anybody else in the world. You miss how
cheesy and silly their tweets were, you miss how they were mostly
directed at you.
You miss making them laugh. You miss realizing how your clothes smelt
like them, you miss how they
used to look at you. You miss how warm their hugs were. You miss how
they used to caress your hair to sleep. You miss how their fingers fit
perfectly between the spaces of yours. You miss how loving, passionate and laughing out loud on a little jokes (maybe it's not funny at all, but because of him, he can make you laugh like nobody listen to us). You miss them when you are
feeling sad, when you have good news to tell! You miss them when you are
among the crowd, because you still try to see if you could catch a
glimpse of them among all those people. Most importantly, you miss them
because they made you feel like you were home.
I Miss You, everyday. toaowotw.
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