I still miss you.

I miss the way the leaves waved when we laid in the grass while cuddling, i was able to reflect myself in those leaves, mirroring my feelings in their movements. So active, so excited, finally peeking on an abyss of happiness that I've been working all my life so hard for.

I miss the way the sun shone. Brighter, colorful and hot but pleasant when we were together. You made me like summer for the first time ever. You made me like you.

I miss the way I used to speak with people, projecting confidence without even noticing because the prettiest girl my eyes have ever seen was kissing and cuddling me. What should I fear when my biggest fear is numbed by your warm?

I miss how loved I felt. Even if it was casual for you, your eyes, your actions and your closure made me feel like I was worth loving, like my life had a purpose and I had a motivation to keep going.

I miss how your mother showed me your stages of life. Pictures as a baby along with your friend, as a high school graduate with white flowers and a beautiful smile from yours, and more that I'd wish to remember at this moment.

I miss the way you played that piano. Out of key, not knowing any music theory, and without consistent tempo, just playing songs out of memory like Congratulations, Chamber Of Reflection, and I'm Not The Only One. I tried to play the same songs and others like Dunno and the All Of The Lights interlude, I wasn't great at it but it didn't matter, all that mattered was spending time with you.

I miss when we hanged out. We used to take the escalator to leave the train station, then you liked to put yourself on the stair above mine so you could look taller than me, right before giving me a kiss and looking at me with wide open, excited eyes that I thought showed me you were in love with me.

I miss when you missed me. I still don't know why I felt so uncomfortable that night so I left, but I'll never forget a Vicky's text saying that it's you texting from her phone, and that you missed me. What happened to that, do you still miss me anytime?

I miss the way I dressed, the way I asked for a perfume just to use it with you, the way I kept myself as clean and great as I could just to show you, just for you.

I miss how we kissed. I still remember how hormonal we both were, how a simple kiss could turn into a long one. Ten minutes alone easily turned into a heated thirsty dry hump session, I miss how red your face got after getting any closer to any passionate and sexual matter.

I miss the way songs sounded with you in my life. I miss that playlist i made that reminded me of you, with songs like Hello Miss Johnson, Billie Bossa Nova or Cinderella that related to the exact feeling I had with you. Soul and Bossa nova genres don't sound the same anymore.

I miss your body. When your mom was dropping me off after helping you move out you were laying in my legs, and all I did was look at your face. I couldn't believe you were that pretty, I wouldn't change a single thing, you were literally a combination of the beat body parts that all the women i liked had, in one.

I miss the heaven I had a trip to when I was with you.

I miss my soul, the soul you took from me when you left.

I still miss you, and even though you don't miss me and blocked me everywhere, I don't think I'll ever stop missing you ever.