What the fuck, there is nothing I want more than for you too fucking come home.

I miss your room

your bed

your face

the way you grab my hips

when you tell me I have soft skin

I miss the way you kiss me

I miss listening to you talk about the most intriguing topics and just watching your lips move

I miss documentaries with you

I miss waking up to you in the morning

I miss your dog Buddy

I just fucking miss you.

And I doubt I’m even on your mind.