I Miss Him

I miss him. 
I miss the way he would look at me, so engaged in whatever i had to say
I miss the way we'd laugh til we'd fall of the couch
I miss the way he smiled at me like he finally knew pure joy
I miss the way I would catch him staring at me from across a crowded room
I miss the loving words he would say to me
I miss the way he made me feel when he held me in his arms
I miss the butterflies that I would feel when I knew he was going to kiss me
I miss holding hands when he'd pull me around when we'd go skating
I miss his thoughtfulness, and compassion
I miss the way he loved to share his new favourite songs with me
I miss all these things about him but he doesn't miss me.