I Miss You

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I will miss you
I will miss you as fishes miss the water and flowers miss the sun. For you are the spring watering my heart and the sunlight in my soul. As you go, you are leaving my world as cold as moscow. I will yearn and I will cry and I will wish for the smile on your face, the assurance of your voice and the warmth of your touch. I will spend my days walking the corridor of lonliness and I will miss you

I miss you
I miss you every night when I lay in my bed, rolling on the sheets, imaginging you were there. I miss your soft touch on my skin, your nib on my ears, your sensual whispers in my ears, your breath and kisses against my neck, your hands working their magic causing my body to quiver like a volcano that’s been tickled. I miss the multiple explosions you send reeling through my spine focing me to sqeeze the sheets as you set my soul on fire a million times. Oh, I miss you

I have missed you
I have missed you like an archer missing his target by a thousand miles. Every time I saw a guy with the shape of your shoulders, I would run and pull him back longing to see your eyes in his face. I would walk as one suffering with a sore in her heart. And that's true for you left a hole in my heart. I tried music, partying, reading movies, traveling even fasting but nothing, I mean nothing could fill the hole in my heart. That hole is still there, showing how much I have missed you.

I no longer miss you
Eagles are born to fly but if you cut their wings, they'll learn to sprint. Many days divorced from your voice, touch and attention and I was forced to adapt to the pain, to live with the ache in my heart, to sek happiness despite the sorrowin my soul. It took a while but I realise that the power you have to make me happy and fulfilled is a power I gave to you, a power you now abuse by depriving me of the love that I shared with you. And so in your absence, I am forced to seek happiness from within, to confess words of acceptance and assurance to myself, to tell myself I'm loved and capable to love again. Now I can go through our pictures on my phone without tears trickling down my face. I'm happy I no longer miss you.

I might still miss you
My love for you is like trees of mahogany and timber with roots deeper than any one's love, so deep you'll have to drill for oil to find them. Just as they are deep, they are real. More real than all of the declaration and promises you made to me. And you know real feelings with deep roots can last forever. So I am not going to pretend like you no longer matter. I love you too much to hate you and now I love myself enough to let you go. I don't know for how long, but I'm opened to the man that would seek out my heart and make it whole again. And if you ever decide to me that man, maybe, just maybe I will still miss you.