Missing You
I miss long conversations. I miss your energy and your spontaneity. I miss having time. I miss closeness and shared laughter. I miss inside jokes. I miss our favorite spots. I miss your quirks. I miss your style and your confidence. I miss the meals I knew I loved. I miss your judgment, because it keeps me grounded. I miss how you need me. I miss how I need you.
5 comments:
Aww ... I miss you too, sweetie. I never knew you felt that way.
:) :)
What are you saying, I don't send you flowers anymore? :)
No, Dana ... it wasn't about you!! It's *all* about me.
It's about the children. Everything is for the children.
"It's not about you!!" said in a voice largly reminiscent of Dr. Phil.
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