What I miss most are the intimate moments—
The low-lit dinners for two
The cuddling, the soft kisses
The long talks in bed, the sound of his heart beating as I fall asleep on his chest
Those moments that don’t exist to anyone other than us.
That’s what I miss.
That’s what I crave.
And although it seems unattainable now, I’m too much of a romantic not to be hopeful.
Being able to connect with someone in such a way that makes you wonder how it was possible to be happy before he came along—
Wondering to yourself, “Where have you been all my life?”
But thanking God that he’s here now.
That’s what I crave.
Birthdays, holidays and anniversaries shared with our family and friends.
Weekends shared with each other.
The late-night phone calls when we’re apart.
The comfortable silence when we’re together.
That’s what I crave.
The smile that comes across my face when he walks through the door.
The way my heart flutters when he slowly leans in and kisses my neck
and just like that…every bad thought for the day disappears.
That’s what I miss.
That’s what I crave.
…in case you were wondering.
