And I miss him. I miss him with all my heart. I miss him so much that it brings tears to my eyes. I miss him so much that I get chill bumps thinking about it. I miss everything about him. Everything. I miss his smiles, so secretive. I miss him warm hugs. I miss his sly coments. And I miss the way he use to say certain words. I miss his hands. I miss his kisses. I just miss him. With all my being I miss him.

And tomorrow. Tomorrow I may get to see him. I guess you only have one first love. And I still love him.

kate