I miss the small things about us so much.
I wish I could talk to you whenever I want.
I miss your smile, even the cheesy smile. (Maybe especially the cheesy smile)
I want to hear about your day, the boring parts, the stressful parts and the funny parts.
I want to share victories with you, like when dinner turns out just right.
I miss bringing you raw sugar and hot water for your tea.
I miss our inside jokes (Oh, the passion!)
I want to watch you work and lip sync the music.
I want to dance with you. I never got to dance enough.
I think that the little things make it real. Anyone can have mind-blowing, panting, screaming, scare-the-neighbors, loosen-your-fillings, sweating, groaning sex, but the space between is where the relationship is.