Do I miss you?
I believe that's like asking if the weather has been cold of recent.
I miss the smile on your face when I stare deep into your eyes.
I miss the lingering smell of your hair when I give you those tight embraces.
I miss the times spent, the foods shared, the drinks sippped, and the gossipis plundered.
I miss the smell of your skin, and how I love snuggling into your arms.
Yet you wonder if I miss you?
I pride myself of always having the words to say, yet to you, I find myself speechless, barred from speaking a word to you.