The smoothness of her legs in the morning. The peck on my lips before she leaves. The way her sweaters adapts to her shape when she finishes putting it on. The way she plays off the fact that she kinda has to force her jeans to button up. The way she puts her hair in a bun when she's about to throw down in the kitchen. I miss the watching her clean in her shorts, dancing to her own humming. The way her lips makes any lipstick look great. The smile on her face whenever I walk into the same room as her. The way she hogs all the covers on a cold night. The way she would bite her bottom lip right before each of our kisses. To feel her hand on mine or on my lap while I drive. When she's drunk and tells me how important I am to her and how lucky she is to have me. The way she snuggled up next to me in the train. The way she blushes when I tell her how beautiful she is. The softness of her hair. The sexy way she puts on her chapstick. How cute you look in your sweats and wife-beater. The sent she leaves on my pillow and sheets. The way she pouts when she is upset. When she always knows how to make me smile. When she knows exactly what to get me for Christmas or my birthday. The way she caresses my head after a fresh new haircut. When she flinches when I kiss her neck. How she kisses me whenever I pay her a compliment. Oh how I miss putting her hair over her ear right before we kiss. The way she would order exactly wat I wanted at the bar. The way I would glide my fingers down her back softly.
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