Love, I miss you every day.
But there are days that I miss you more.
Especially at midnight when I got to express what I truly feel, unafraid of being judged.
I may have written you hundreds of love letters, notes, poems, and proses but I still find it really hard expressing myself verbally and I just loved how you understand me beyond words.
There are moments that I longed for your presence. Just your presence— your gentle touch, your warm embrace.
I miss the calls I've missed and the messages I've replied late.
There are times that I crave for your voice and how you said that endearment we both knew the story behind.
We haven't done something grand but it's the simplest things that matter— the talks, the laughter, the stories and anything in between. I miss you. I miss you terribly.