I miss his smile. It's what first drew me close.
I miss his hugs. He gave me some of the best hugs of my life, with his long, strong arms that wrapped me so tight.
I miss laying my head on his lap as we watched movies on the couch.
I miss his laughter, and how he thought I was probably the funniest person alive.
I miss how much he loved my cooking and would clean up every plate.
I miss eating meals with him, having an adult around to talk to over dinner, someone that I didn't have to urge urge to use utensils or not throw food on the floor.
I miss his voice, listening to him babble on about stuff I didn't understand, or listening to him sing.
I miss him playing guitar and writing songs for me and the kids. Oh how the kids loved to dance.
I miss having someone to reach stuff up high.
I miss how he could help me fix almost anything.
I miss his texts, his calls, his emails, his letters.
I miss our adventures.
I miss the hope for all the plans we made together.
I miss my friend. He promised me we would still be friends no matter if our marriage ended or not.