indifferentI miss going to our spot at the beach, holding hands and napping in the sun.
I miss his bear hugs that lifted me high off the ground.
I miss the look on his face when I got home from work.
I miss him calling me "bubba" with his gentle voice.
I miss the passion, the deep magic we had together.
We broke rules together and we showed the world
a thing or two.
He and I were not at all perfect,
but our love was.
It can't be blamed for what was done to it.
There are lots of things I don't miss.
The problem is, I can't think of them most times.
Only the good times are sticky in my heart.
