Thursday, May 24, 2012

I think that...

I think that what I miss the most...

I think that what I miss the most is kissing her.

Not the extended, intentional sort.

But those sudden, occasional displays of need.

Those tiny interruptions in between sentences.

That is what I miss the most.

That is what I miss.

More than anything.


  1. This concise writing is exactly why I'm alright with keeping my heart on ice.

  2. I've haven't been on your blog for a while. Glad to see you are still writing. You do have a gift with words. To miss it, you had to first experience it.

    1. Well thank you, Anonymous. I am glad that you decided to stop by again and check in.