You opened this letter because right now you're missing me. I want you to know as sure as the sun will rise that if you're missing me, I'm missing you. I miss waking up with you in bed when my hair is a tangle around my face and your leg is tossed over me. I miss figuring out whether you're going to make me a smoothie or I'm going to cook us a big breakfast.

I miss talking about what our day is going to be like together. I miss making faces at you in the mirror while we brush our teeth and being able to pick one of your shirts out whenever I want. I even miss your morning breath (only because you always put up with mine).

I miss holding your hand and sneaking in kisses when no one is looking (or even when they are because who cares). I miss the random gropes and how you always manage to keep a straight face after them. I miss you hanging in the kitchen with me while I make dinner and distracting me with little touches and conversation. I miss your sense of humor, your smile, your laugh. I miss the way you look at me and make me feel like the most wonderful, beautiful woman on earth. I miss running my hand over your hair and the way you lay your head in my lap. I miss rubbing your back while you're falling asleep next to me.

You aren't alone in your missing and you never will be. I miss you every moment that we aren't together.