Ca Ira

I miss the clomp of your shoes on the way up the stairs to my apartment. I miss the sound of that door opening when you come in. I miss sitting on the couch, holding you, watching a movie. I miss staring into those deep, blue eyes of yours. I miss having dinner with you while at work. I miss going to movies with you. I miss going out with your family. I miss staying over at your parents' house. I miss you coming in to see me in the bookstore. I miss coming by to visit you in the shop. I miss the feel of my arm around you as we slept. I miss treating you like a queen. I miss lying in your bed and watching movies. I miss giving you back massages. I miss the heat and passion we once shared. I miss the way we used to tease each other. I miss the sweet messages you used to leave late at night. I miss kissing you goodnight, and goodbye in the morning. I miss taking walks together. I miss the way you wouldn't let me get off of instant messager. I miss the multiple phone calls a day while we were apart. I miss how you were so excited to see me after a long period of time. I miss you.