TheEarl
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- Apr 1, 2002
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I miss buying you flowers. Nothing was quite so much fun as walking past a florist's stall and just picking up a bunch of lilies, simply because I knew it'd make you smile.
I miss getting gifts for you. I'd spend hours wandering around jewelry stores, or little wicca shops and end up buying you about five things, because one would never be enough. I miss the way you'd smile, then clip me around the back of the head and point out that I hadn't the money to get them. The smiles for the rest of the evening were worth any amount.
I miss coming home after rugby to see you. I'd be limping and bruised, but I knew that I could drag myself upstairs and you'd hug me and love me and show that you cared.
I miss the way you always used to smile when I came into your room. I loved the thought that I made you happy just by being there.
I miss kissing you. I miss being able to just stretch over and kiss the top of your head while you're watching television.
I miss watching films with you. You'd lean against me and you were always worried that you were 'squisheling' me. You didn't understand that it was the most comforting sensation in the world.
I miss holding you in bed. You would lie by my side and the closeness and the trust implicit in our positions made me feel so warm.
I miss having you there as the person I come home to each night.
I miss hearing my phone beep for a text message and rushing to see if it was you.
I miss you so much that every time I think of something we did together, I can feel a ball of hurt and misery well up inside me and I have to turn away, to hide my face so that no-one can see how much I'm falling apart.
I miss you.
The Earl
I miss getting gifts for you. I'd spend hours wandering around jewelry stores, or little wicca shops and end up buying you about five things, because one would never be enough. I miss the way you'd smile, then clip me around the back of the head and point out that I hadn't the money to get them. The smiles for the rest of the evening were worth any amount.
I miss coming home after rugby to see you. I'd be limping and bruised, but I knew that I could drag myself upstairs and you'd hug me and love me and show that you cared.
I miss the way you always used to smile when I came into your room. I loved the thought that I made you happy just by being there.
I miss kissing you. I miss being able to just stretch over and kiss the top of your head while you're watching television.
I miss watching films with you. You'd lean against me and you were always worried that you were 'squisheling' me. You didn't understand that it was the most comforting sensation in the world.
I miss holding you in bed. You would lie by my side and the closeness and the trust implicit in our positions made me feel so warm.
I miss having you there as the person I come home to each night.
I miss hearing my phone beep for a text message and rushing to see if it was you.
I miss you so much that every time I think of something we did together, I can feel a ball of hurt and misery well up inside me and I have to turn away, to hide my face so that no-one can see how much I'm falling apart.
I miss you.
The Earl