I miss the way you looked at me.

The way your eyes would light up when we hugged or kissed.
I miss how your dark eyes would prove to not be so dark afterall.

I miss your tight hugs.
I miss the way -no matter how long we had been away from each other- you'd still hug me like we'd been away for a lifetime.

I miss having someone I could break down in front of, and they'd love me all the same. You.

But most of all, I miss the way you looked at me.
From across the room, up close, or just in general.

(I miss you)