I will miss the way his hair felt in between my fingers, smooth and honey colored, with the curls smothered beneath my palms as we kissed.

I will miss the way his lips felt against mine, warm and cracked, but pleasant and comforting. They kept me in countless embraces as my salty tears poured into our mouths.

I will miss his smile, the way it spread across his face when he looked at me. The way his teeth weren't perfect, and how they brightened my day every damn time.

I will miss his finger tips. The way they'd drag across my skin, treating me like a delicate doll. Even his bruised and cracked knuckles, and the way a few of his fingers were bent awkwardly because they were broken once.

I will miss his eyes, and how they looked at me. As if I were something precious, something special that he cherished. I never once felt cold in their icy blue wake.

But here I am. Drowning in an ocean of tears almost as clear as his fucking eyes.

I wish I could hate him, but I don't. I love him more than I've ever loved anyone before, and it's absolutely terrifying.

But here I am. Drowning in bittersweet love.