Watching the days go by, without you in my touch, has me missing you even more. I long for the day you’re back in my arms, holding me as you smooth the hair out my face, kissing me gently. Those tender moments are what I miss the most. I look at the pictures on my bedroom mirror, remembering those times of us smiling and playing around. I hate when I miss you this much because it feels like a hole has been placed in my st...