I could lay here for hours thinking of how warm and soft your hands felt in my own.
How warm you felt every time you came home late from work and just wanting to rest, not caring about changing into your pajamas.
Just looking at that beautiful face of yours as you drift off to sleep right after you mutter the words, "I love you"
God. I would go through the heartbreak of our breakup a thousand times, if it meant i could see that beautiful face of yours mutter those words one last time.