Missing you is more than a thought-it's a craving that runs through me. Our love language has always been touch, and without your hands on me, without your skin against mine, I feel incomplete. I ache for your embrace, the warmth of your fingertips tracing me, the comfort of your body pressed against mine. Every part of me remembers you-my heart, my skin, my soul and the absence of your touch leaves me restless, yearning uncontrollably. I miss you in ways words can't hold, but my body knows exactly what it needs. you.❤️