I miss you

I miss how you woke me up each morning with a sweet serenade. A variety of different melodies dancing across my ears, no matter where I was. Some tunes you would play for me on a regular basis.  Other songs a new surprise, stopping me right in my tracks to truly soak in and appreciate the beautiful nuances. You would rock me to sleep with lower notes and steady rhythms. Hearing that rolling and crashing of your sweet music from a kaleidoscope of locations was such a gift.

I miss how you would hold my hand - ever so gently and kind of only half way, to maintain my indepedence. At times when I did not expect it, and sometimes when I did not really want you too, wondering who could see and what they might think. Other times when we were alone and all our passions were pressed against each others walls. Simple. Sweet. Intimate. "For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."

I miss your smile. Two lips curling up revealing a white shine, and a sparkle in your eyes to prove true happiness that was being sent across to me. The shine so bright, reflections were revealed. A sparkle so magical it could never be genuinely captured in a photograph. Rays beamed in my direction, caressing my skin and blinding my eyes. You were always so happy to see me, or with what we were doing, that smile was almost goofy, and it always made me smile right back.

I miss your beauty. Too stunning to even seem real. Too exquisite to be in my line of sight each day. Maintained to be in peak condition, and genuine, through hard work and care. An inspiration. The curves, the strength, and the simple, natural traits which make you special and unlike no other. Some of your features were not those that I typically find myself drawn to, but when I gazed upon those without it, I felt at a loss. A new appreciation was born.

I miss the spontaneous fun we would have together with a gaggle of new friends. Everyday a new adventure. Every corner, a new surprise. Every tribulation, a welcomed challenge, which was always overcome. Walking into a random bar for music. Trying new food. Getting lost in physical activity. Or, just sitting, or laying, in silence. I never knew what I would see that day or what I would do, but it was always fun. Always. It was always the best day. It was always an adrenaline rush. Always a surprise. Always where I was supposed to be. Always my life. My real life.

I know I will see you again one day. You'll sing to me, hold my hand, and smile. I will admire your beauty. Together, we will have day after day of ridiculous fun. I know it will happen, but until then, I miss you.