I miss you.
I need you.
This all feels wrong without you.
Despite the children, the extended family, the chaos and the noise… I feels very much alone here. I miss you.
If I close my eyes, I can almost feel you, your presence, you… it’s an odd thing to feel, the physicality of you. If I close my eyes, and concentrate, the skin memory of you is there. I can feel your touch, your hands in mine, the way your hair feels when I run my fingers through it.
I can feel your arms around me if I think about the hugs we used to share. I can feel you.
I miss, most of all, the look on your face after I’ve kissed you. I miss the way you would get lost in me, and me in you. And the world would cease to exist for those moments. I miss that perfect moment.
I miss you so much.
Merry Christmas my Love.