Little things

I would always take a moment to look at your face.
The mole on your left cheeks and how it sits perfectly.
The width of your lips when you smile
To put in mind the details of those little things you do.
The friction I feel every time your hands slips to my arms
The texture of your lips every time it touches mine
The way you rub your slender hands together when you're anxious
Because when I miss you I don't want to reminisce the whole you.
Instead,
I want to savor every bit of you.
I want to remember those.