Missing you is a hard thing to do, much like finding the time to love and care for something you don’t emotionally feel attached to. Like endlessly working for something your never going to achieve or want. 

I miss the cooking and the sex, but whats hard for me is missing your hugs and waking up to your beautiful face. all this seem’s so beautiful, but yet i don’t find it hard missing you. my life is normal, again, but i’ve had experiences i wouldnt never of thought about doing, you’ve changed a side of me which i can’t miss, and that’s what i miss.