Is Not Absence Death To Those Who Love?

I miss talking to you online everyday.
I miss hearing about how your day has been.
I miss telling you about how my day has been.
I miss the random/funny/retarded/lovey dovey conversations.
I miss the emoticons.
I miss meeting you at our secret rendezvous.
I miss just being in your mere presence.
I miss your touch.
I miss holding your nice soft hands.
I miss those sexy long fingers of yours.
I miss your arms wrapped around me.
I miss holding you close to me and feeling our hearts beat together.
I miss your beautiful face that I could just stare at forever.
I miss the lips that made me fly.
I miss your voluptuous body
I miss the softness that you are blessed with.
I miss those sexy long legs.
I miss the endless love that you shower me with.
I miss the feeling that you and I are all that matters when we’re together.
I miss you terribly, my love.
I can’t do this without you.

Come home soon.

~ by Thomson ❤ Rachel on June 28, 2009.