Tears in the rain

I miss you.

I miss your silliness when you try to impress me even though you didn’t have to because I was ready in love with you.

I miss your dyslexia and how you relate it to how I confuse you.

I miss your mispelling when you write to me because you’re in a hurry to tell me everything about your world and ask me everthing about mine.

I miss your loving, langurous eyes, when they are in contact with mine.

I miss my shyness and your prudery when we talk about everything except the love that drives us together despite the distance and the impossible.

I miss opening a dictaionnary when I talk to you because of how eloquent and smart you are.

I miss how sophisticated you are. And how much I wanted to be your sophisticated lady.

I miss your ridiculous attempts to make me laugh. I miss laughing at your silly jokes out of love.

I miss you being the reason I even tried to write something out.

I miss you being the cataclysm of my world and I the one of yours.

I miss admiring you and see you admiring me back.

I miss you’re the woman of my life. And you the man of mine.

I miss you loving me back.

I miss you being my second heart.

I miss you.