I miss the way you hold me
I miss the way you say my name
I miss that smirk on your beautiful face
I miss the roughness of your hands
I miss your conversations
I miss your smile too
I swear I miss everything
Every single thing about you
I miss the way thing were
I miss the idea of how things were supposed to be
I miss your presence all the time
I wish you were with me
Guess the timing wasn’t perfect
I wish this was the time you could be with me
But I have to learn to stop missing you
Because perhaps we weren’t meant to be
“Maybe the timing is just always wrong….Maybe one day the timing will be just right….or perhaps we weren’t meant to be together…We will never know until we just live life…..” -Monica Renata