It's crazy how I see you everyday but still i miss you.

I miss being able to walk up on you grab you by the hips and gently kiss you.

I miss holding you in my arms with  a strange sensation they call it feeling blissful.

I miss stealing soft tastes of your lips every opportunity that I had no matter how riskful.

I will miss being naive because in retrospect I see they were all words that I wanted to be true just thinking wishfull.