BUT STILL!

I miss him, months have passed and everyone is going on about their lives but, some days I miss him. Some days are great but some days it can be one thing that I see that we would laugh about and that would bring back a memory of him.

I miss talking to him on the phone for hours – about nothing, about everything, about us. I miss meeting him after work – sitting in the car talking about our day, our kids and then we would start acting like kids. I miss siting in the car holding hands (who does that – sit in the car holding hands? You know that’s for walking through the mall, right?). I miss when we see each other how we would hug and then kiss….that kiss.

That kiss that knew my lips so well, that kiss that knew my tongue and that kiss that knew my lips again…oh I miss him. Nobody has matched that kiss. He gave me my first kiss and I am spoiled by that kiss. That kiss started, when I was a teenager, me to thinking “he loves me, anybody that kisses me like this has got to love me”.

I remember going to his job one night after he got in from working out of town and I could see him coming towards me. I started waking faster to almost a jog (lol) until I got to him and he squezzed me so tight, I thought “I love this, this is what I love”.

I loved when we got together, because i felt like he has missed me just as much as I have missed him. I loved when I would call him, his tone was always “Hey! I’m glad to hear from you and I was just thinking of you”. Oh, I miss that.

One night he was on his way to work and stopped by my house for a short visit and he got up to leave, I walked him to the door and we said our goodbyes and he was gone or so I thought. Something said just one more, I opened the screened door and saw his shadow coming back up the walkway and I burst through the door into his arms. We were missing each other before he even left. When he got in the car and called me he said “you know what just came to my mind when I turned my car on?” I said “what” he replied, “now that’s my wife”.

He broke my heart into several iddy-biddy pieces but still I miss him.