"I miss him.

I miss him a little.

A little too often, a little too much, and a little more each day.

I miss him more than words can describe.

Hell, 'miss' doesn't even cut it.

He's the only one that made me feel beautiful, the only one that made me feel alive.

Why can't he see that I have loved him so much from the first time we met?

I want to be the one he is kissing goodnight, the one he is thinking of every moment of the day, the girl he cannot live without; the one he NEEDS.

I want to be the one he makes other girls jealous of. I want to be the only one he sees, the only one he will ever be.

I want to be the only one..

But, gosh, I hate his absence; he is the only one I want- the only one I need.

I miss the way he would smile at me when I did something dumb; the way he would laugh, not the full head-on laugh, but the ones where it was from the heart- the laughs where he was gentle.

I miss how I found him gazing down at me before I looked at him; the way his eyes sparkled like there were stars in his soul.

I miss those moments on my front porch when we went to say 'goodbye'.

I miss his 'good morning beautiful' texts even if he did miss-spell 'beautiful'; when he called me 'girl'.

I miss his tender kisses- on the cheek and on my lips.

I miss how he would rub his hands down his pants when he was nervous- right before he would take my hand.

But most of all, I miss how I felt when I was with him; I miss how we were 'us'."

-Breanna Felter