I miss him. Everything about him. His blue/green eyes, his dimples, the way he’d sing to me in the morning, how he’d carry me to bed when I fell asleep on the couch, drinking wine and binge-watching House of Cards, riding our bikes to the farmers market, the way he’d leave the cabinets open and half empty glasses of water everywhere.
Waiting for him to come home, grocery shopping together, nights at “our” pub, him always knowing my order when we go out, surprising him with his favorite (mango) treats, leaving notes around the house for him to find. The way we just fit together.