![]() I miss that he used to force me to listen to French rap and would sing along in a horrible accent. ![]() Fresh laundry and coconut (because of my shampoo) at mine. I miss his smell, like fresh laundry and honey (because of his shampoo) at his place. I miss playing doctor when we made love, and even when we didn't. I miss the cadence of his speech and the stupidity of his puns. How his hands stayed clasped, fingers intertwined, while he slept. I miss watching him take Sunday afternoon naps on my couch, with the newspaper resting on his stomach like a blanket. ![]() I miss how he tucked my hair behind my ear when it came loose and took my temperature when I was sick or when he was bored. I miss how he cleared his throat before he took a sip of water and scratched his left arm with his right hand when he was nervous. “I miss the way he used to kiss my shoulder whenever it was bare and he was nearby. ![]()
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