I miss you

I miss you.
I miss seeing you everyday, I miss your smell, the sound of your voice.

I miss you.
I miss laughing with you, I miss your smile.

I miss you.
I miss the way you make me laugh, the way you make me happy by laughing at my jokes.

I miss you.
I miss the "have a good day, i love you mwah" messages I used to get every morning.

I miss you.
I miss you asking me if I'm going to the gym or yoga today.

I miss you.
I miss going to the movies with you, going to rock shows that you don't really like but went with me anyway.

I miss you.
I miss being a couch potato with you, watching DVDs, just hanging out.

I miss you.
I miss you asking me to make Milo for you. I miss telling you to go make it yourself it's 3-in-1.

I miss you.
I miss you asking me what I'm up to today. I miss you bugging me in the middle of work.

I miss you.
I miss bugging you when you're busy and stressed out.

I miss you.
I miss you posting songs for me on my Facebook. I miss posting songs on yours.

I miss you.
I miss talking with you, sometimes sitting in silence, together.

I miss you.
I miss telling you to stop playing with your phone and talk with me.

I miss you.
I miss sitting in the car with you, going somewhere.

I miss you.
I miss teasing you about Man United. I miss asking you, hah sbobet ke?

I miss you.
I miss the pet names we have for each other. And the disgustingly syrupy way we talk to each other.

I miss you.
I miss being held by you when I sleep. I miss being close to you.

I miss you.
I miss arguing with you and making up in 5 minutes.

I miss you.
I miss discussing ideas with you, and dreaming.

I miss you.
I miss going on that rare holiday away with you and having the time of my life.

I miss you.
I miss hearing the sound of your keys at the door when you come home and running to greet you every night.

I miss you.
I miss holding your hand, holding you close to me.

I miss you.
I miss being in your life, your wife.