Trace

“It's the days when I just really feel like holding someone's hand that l miss you. lt's the days i want to talk for ages about nothing in particular. It's the days i want to tell you about my favourite book and it‘s the days i want to lie on your chest as you read it aloud to me. Because when someone so constant suddenly disappears out of your life you don't just get used to it. I'll admit, some days I barely notice, sometimes that lasts for months. But some days I swear your absence could fill an empty room. and nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it. I ache for you sometimes. I ache for our conversations, l ache for your boring brown eyes, i ache for your skin pressed against mine and your breath on my neck. I want my lips to trace every inch of your body and i want your hands to trace every inch of mine."