I miss celebrating the little things…
I miss pouring my heart to him…
I miss cribbing about insignificant details…
I miss talking to him, first thing in the morning and last thing at night…
I miss looking forward to the weekends, going through newspapers for the latest movies, the latest eating joint and the latest buzz in the city…
I miss dressing up for him (and dressing down)…
I miss cosying up to him in the theatre…
I miss the quiet candlelit dinners when he tries to feed me that last spoon of dessert…
I miss the late night movies on DVD as we fight for the blanket…
I miss waking up next to him as he kisses me softly on the forehead and runs his hand through my unkempt hair…
I miss our cooking experiments gone wrong…
I miss our impromptu weekend trips…
I miss calling in sick at work and spending the whole day with him…
I miss our quiet walks by the sea and the loud karaoke nights…
I miss the surprise birthday parties which are really not that much of a surprise…
I miss the nonstop text messages…
I miss him…
2 comments:
of course i want to know
WHO :p
see now, just bcz its written in first person, doesnt mean its abt me!!! its more like an ideal relationship tht i wud like it to b... allow me some creative licence woman :)
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