I miss the way she laughs, the way her blue eyes sparkle when she looks at me, the way her devilish little sarcastic mind works. I miss her cooking and the way she likes to serve me, I miss the way she teases my dog into a frenzy and the way she gets the cats riled up.
I miss the daily phone call at work and hearing about her morning at the farm, I miss going to a buffet to eat and then just relaxing the rest of the day watching movies. I miss just talking to her about anything or about nothing, I miss the way she reads me the jokes from her Cosmo and Maxim. I miss reading the paper with her.
I miss the way we entwine like pretzels at night, wrapping my arms around her and touching our feet at all times under the covers. I miss holding her breasts, the way she put her hand in mine. I miss making love to her all over the house, along the shore of a lake while kayaking, off the trail while hiking, out in the yard under a moonlit night, on our deck in plain daylight. I miss massaging her back and kissing her neck, holding hands while we walk, I miss the magical way we kissed, the feeling that the world just stopped for us.
I miss my wife, my lover, my best friend.
Yeah, I haven't really moved on yet.
