I miss you.
Not the person that annoyed, frustrated or hurt me, the one I’ve gotten used to, but the other one.
I miss the guy who used to share his smiles with me, and his warmth as we lied together, his arm around me and his breath on my neck. I miss the laughs we had, during adventures only we shared. I miss our conversations about our favourite tv shows and teams, things in common I only shared with you.
When I remember us, I don’t understand why you don’t want to be together anymore.