I miss him, his tight hugs and long sweet kisses. The kind of kisses that I never wanted to end. I miss his hands on my hips and him rubbing my back without being asked. I miss the long nights laying on his chest while he played with my hair. I miss him being pressed against me while he kisssed my neck because he knew it gave me butterflies. But that was the past and he moved on, and now I need to find a new man to love like I did with the man that I still miss today.