you

My sweetest, sweetest love, getting tanned by the sun and ripped from bike riding. I miss everything about you. I miss making dinner together, especially in your kitchen because you had plenty of counter space and I could sit on your couch and watch HBO shows when I wasn't needed. I miss biking alongside you. I miss the distance between the subway stop and your apartment. I miss your hand grabbing my a$$ in public. I miss your a$$. I miss eating miso soup and sushi. I miss rendezvousing through the grocery store. I miss you pointing out cute birds to me. I miss your curiosity and desire to learn, and then your eagerness to share with me. I miss your awful pillows and you letting me take the better of the two. I miss seeing you walk towards me, and how I could pick you out from so far away because of how well I know your body and the way you walk. I miss the dimples in your lower back. I miss your hand searching for mine.

I swear it's like I'm missing my right arm. Even amongst all the pain of our changing relationship, I miss you more than I can possibly bear to think about.