yesterday he gave me the sweetest kiss.
It wasn’t passionate or making out. It was a simple goodbye kiss and in that moment, there are no doubts and everything between us dissolved. I know he loves me truly and entirely. But I miss him so much. I miss when we had the time to lie in bed together and I could fall asleep, tracing this tattoo; an eternal promise to me. I miss him and his sweet sweet face (and his tough, rough hands).