I hate that I miss you

I miss our conversations over dinner,

I miss talking to you about anything and everything,

I miss being with you.

I miss how you appreciate the beauty of the moon.

I miss catching your shy glances.

I miss asking you “why?” when you’re looking at me from across the table.

I miss pinching you at your sides whenever you tease me.

I miss that look when you just surrender on what I said or what I want.

I miss analyzing what could be the words your eyes.

I miss you

And I hate it!