The things I miss

I miss: calling you baby; having that smile that only you could get out of me; writing you poetry; the crazy, sexy me I would only be with you; the late night phone calls and the teasing smses, taking pictures and sending them to you to make your day;the way you used to make me blush; seeing you light up when you smile; the way I used to feel about you; the highness of being in love. I miss what we were and can never be again.