He is not mine

Today I missed him. 

But I've missed him all of the 387 days I've known him. 

But I don't miss him because he is gone. He is very much still here. 

I miss his presence being in mine because the days I get that privilege, it's still not enough for me. 

I miss the way he gazes at me, his eyes light up my soul and make me glow throughout. 

I miss him touching me by accident because he has no idea how just his skin against mine makes my heart jump out of my chest. 

I miss his lips more than anything because his make me feel breathless and leave me gasping for air.

I miss the rare moments of his arms being wrapped around my body. It's like nothing I've ever felt before. 

I miss our senseless conversations and even the silence that creeps in between them from time to time. 

I miss him because he is not mine and I'm still trying to figure out how to cope with that.