I miss you.

The shape of your lips and how when they smile it fills me with hope.

The way your hair falls so perfectly onto the pillow.

Every 

Single 

Time.

The way your eyes accept me even when you’re rolling them when I say something stupid. 

How your laugh lulls me to safety.

I’d love to be more poetic,

Write about how you make me feel.

But words escape me.

You make everything something I want to be doing. 

It’s not that I can’t decide,

I just struggle to see a bad option that involves you.