I Miss...

[smotherman]

I miss her smile, kisses, beautiful eyes, eye roll

 

[JennyOmanHill]

I miss

My Mom. It's hard to believe it's been a year since she passed.

I realize she's in a better place, and her pain is gone. My pain is still there, but she's still in my heart.

 

[jeff_is_smiling]

I miss having a more carefree life....as I grow older, I find myself organizing and strategizing and ruminating all the time....I used to not give a shit about matrial things as much, and now I am always trying to get more....not for me, but for my kids when I am gone...at least I am rationalizing it that way now...

 

[crvygirl]

I've said much of this before, but it is said tonight as a kind of resolution.

I miss - and will find again - waking up entwined with my lover, and making love before we are fully awake. The easy rhythm of bodies in motion. I miss feeling as though someone has my back. I miss waking up without a list of to-do's intruding on my morning smiles. I miss kissing until I am breathless and wanting. I miss going to a party with the man I love and watching one another across the room. I miss the touches and heat in the car, on the street, in the living room when there are guests, sneakily in the kitchen at a party.

This is not a lament. It's becoming my anthem. I am so blessed to have known these things, and to know that they exist is to have hope that they will return, somehow, in the fullness of time.

I miss my invisible man.
I miss my carefree self.

I refuse to let go of my belief that today is not forever, it is only today.

 

[smotherman]

I miss her

I miss the beaches

 

[Dreamy87]

I miss having someone else in my bed...even if it just a normal friend...

 

[Golden_Silence]

Waking up in the morning and not being able to do something for someone else other than myself

 

[AphroditeReborn]

I miss.... Maryland

 

[smotherman]

I miss my friends and family back east.

 

[omahaman2]

I miss alot of LIT friends who have come and gone!
Imagine that,some have beaten the addiction!

 

[AphroditeReborn]

I miss alot of LIT friends who have come and gone!
Imagine that,some have beaten the addiction!

I admire them Perhaps there is a 12-step program listed somewhere

 

[smotherman]

I miss the good times I had with her.

 

[kendra1980]

Hearing his hello
Being made love to by him
Seeing his smiling face.

He can't get home soon enough!

 

[smotherman]

I miss her sexy voice, her eyes, smile, walk

I miss my friends from back east.

 

[MollyDolly]

I miss my friends back home.

I miss feeling sure of things.

I miss him.

 

[CelticFlame]

Pirraent

 

[DICKBUTTONS]

njgirl

 

[JammyJimmy]

I miss motivation, intimacy and the ability not to over-analyze every thing.

 

[kindtemptress]

guilt-free cookies
school (ya i know believe it or not)
being carefree (adult worries suck)
having someone hold me when i try to fall asleep at night
kisses in the rain (the best kind)

 

[omahaman2]

p miss the no worry life of chilhood!
where the only worry was getting cooties

 

[smotherman]

I Miss the Beach

I miss kissing her...kisses in the rain (the best kind) I totally agree

I miss friends and family back home

 

[JustImagineMe]

....the figure I despised when I was younger

...my dad

...my grandmother

...a man's touch on my skin

 

[crvygirl]

Ease.

The sense of purpose I get from making my writing a priority.

Waking with words on my mouth, hurrying to get them on a screen.

 

[InertiaCreeps]

I miss having an affectionate, caring, loving girlfriend who I can hold and cuddle with. Its been a long time since I had that.

 

[crvygirl]

I've said much of this before, but it is said tonight as a kind of resolution.

I miss - and will find again - waking up entwined with my lover, and making love before we are fully awake. The easy rhythm of bodies in motion. I miss feeling as though someone has my back. I miss waking up without a list of to-do's intruding on my morning smiles. I miss kissing until I am breathless and wanting. I miss going to a party with the man I love and watching one another across the room. I miss the touches and heat in the car, on the street, in the living room when there are guests, sneakily in the kitchen at a party.

This is not a lament. It's becoming my anthem. I am so blessed to have known these things, and to know that they exist is to have hope that they will return, somehow, in the fullness of time.

I miss my carefree self.

I refuse to let go of my belief that today is not forever, it is only today.

The world makes it very hard to hold onto what we know is truest. I'm trying!