I miss

Reminiscing on the past allows one to recall memories, both good and bad. Most of those thoughts are ones that make you smile, make you sad, make you want to relive them.

You miss them and want to bring them back.

But, you can’t.

They’re memories.

I miss the history that was made between us.
I miss our talks about everything and nothing.
I miss the sound of your voice, even though I can still hear it in my head.
I miss seeing your number on the display of my phone when you called.
I miss our e-mail exchanges that could fill pages.
I miss reading your words and deciphering what you really meant.
I miss the strange combination of feelings when I thought of you.
I miss being around you, alone or in a crowd.
I miss how things were between us.
I miss us.

I miss you.