I miss you. Not my life there. Not the country. Not the culture. You.
I miss your smile, the way it starts from the left side of your mouth.
Your cigeretes. Your laugh. The way you find laughter in everything.
My body physically feels the pain of missing him. Of loving him.
My heart aches. It feels like my chest is collapsing in on itself.
I miss feeling young and being completely, madly in love.
I miss your hands. The way you touched me.
The way you protected me.
I miss you next to me in bed. I still sleep on my side of it even though no one is there to sleep on the other side.
I want you here with me. In my life. By my side.