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.