I guess what I miss the most is kissing him. I used to love to kiss him. Wherever we were, no matter what we were doing, I always just wanted to kiss him. I envy whoever it is that's kissing him now. I hated that he wouldn't care who he was with romantically, as long as they "delivered." And, apparently, they always did. I'm sure this new one does too.

I guess I miss dressing up and going out to dinner as well. I used to love dressing for him, always excited to see his reaction. I was sure he liked that we could both turn heads wherever we went, but I remember always being meticulous in getting ready in anticapation of that look in his eyes when he would first see me. I just loved to please him. I would do anything to please him.

Funny, and a bit strange I suppose, how some things just come back to you out of nowhere. I wish he could have read my mind at times. Maybe he would've known how I really felt. I don't like any part of not being around him, nothing about it is good. I just want to run away and die sometimes. I miss him so much and I had to put it into words.