Missing love

I miss being loved. Feeling that that person and you live a love that is only yours to live.

I miss the inside jokes and the tenderness of having company at night.

I miss having adventures and discovering things together.

I miss being innocent and letting go.

I miss crying because I'm sad, cooking because I want to make a surprise, be surprised in the middle of the day with an invitation for lunch.

I miss being with someone...