I like your eyes.

I like them when they look directly into mine.

I like them with my own face in it.

I like your voice.

I like it when it whispers into my ears.

I like it when it speaks only to me..

I like your hands.

When they brushed against my shoulders,

accidently or not.

Now I miss all of these.

I miss all those days we had together.

I miss the moment we thought we had it together.

Every minute of it.

Every single second.

That we set close to each other,

Gazing into your eyes, listening to your softness,

And waiting,

Waiting for another chance of you touching me,

Intentionally or not...