I miss her face.
I miss her smile.
I miss her eyes.
I miss her hair.
I miss her hands.
I miss her arms.
I miss her body.
I miss her legs.
I miss her feet.
I miss her toes.
I miss her fingers.
I miss her smell.
I miss her voice.
I miss her words.
I miss her breath.
I miss her music.
I miss her jokes.
I miss her stories.
I miss her silliness.
I miss her seriousness.
I miss her comfort.
I miss her happiness.
I miss her grace.
I miss her beauty.
I miss her kindness.
I miss her want to do stuff.
I miss her sleeping in.
I miss her spooning me.
I miss her hugs.
I miss her nose.
I miss her intimacy.
I miss her affection.
I miss her laugh.
I miss her personality.
I miss spooning her.
I miss holding her.
I miss going out for the day with her.
I miss kissing her.
I miss waking up next to her.
I miss falling asleep next to her.
I miss making her laugh with my sleep talk.
I miss telling her stupid stories.
I miss watching bad films with her.
I miss watching good films with her.
I miss being stupid with her.
I miss playing hide and seek in supermarkets with her.
I miss poking my head around a corner and making her smile when she would arrive home.
I miss pretending to be asleep and making her smile when she would arrive home.
I miss chasing her up stairs.
I miss her chasing me up stairs.
I miss her making nothing matter.
I even miss her bad qualities as they are part of who she is and I love her more for it.
I miss everything about her.
I miss her horribly.

It’s one of those mornings.