I miss her.
I miss laughing and kissing,
My mouth exploring every inch of her.
I miss the way we hold each other,
Look at each other,
Love each other.
I miss the way my mind flies around the room when her lips embrace mine,
And I miss her touch.
Whether it’s rough but necessary,
Or the most sensitive, yet moving, thing I am ever going to crave.
This is two years old, but I get questions about this fairly often, so I figured I should just make a new post containing the scene. It’s a short continuation of chapter 7 of Her, where Rick tells Michonne about a dream he had.