Something that you miss.

I have this best friend who went to Canada to study Medicine, and he is just coming back to Brazil in 7 years. I don’t miss him, the person, the name, the friend. I miss all the things we used to do together. Like, we used to spend the night watching movies , and eating ice-cream. We used to read the same books just to talk about them after our stupid talks. He used to comb my hair in rainy days… so silly. What I miss the most is the way I used to watch the drops of water coming down of his body after his bath. The way he used to hug me, and make the world a better place. I miss his perfect voice, and his perfect arms. I miss his lips, and his comfortable words. I don’t want to read what he wants to tell me, I want to hear it. I want the warm of his skin and the danger of his lost. I don’t wanna miss a thing.