Oh, I miss the smell of Lavender and Patchouli on your skin, always fresh, and hoping that I smell and remove any remaining of freshness of your skin. "Let's go in the water, my love. " , you say. And I go. I will wash the rest of your scent on me, for I can feel the smell of your perfume stained on me again.
Oh how I miss your giggles, my mischievous child, my naughty boy, who ate all the candy behind the house and denies having done it? Even with your mother seeing the empty pot, the right hand dirty and the smeared mouth.
Oh how I miss your "boyish" behave, always playing and rolling, getting lost in the time you have for me which is gradual and because of that, I´ll give up everything I need to remain alive: air, water, food, anything that will make me be apart from you, even for a second: There is no time for me when I'm with you: You are enough.
Oh, babe! I miss hearing you repeatedly reminding me that I did not eat, nor had anything to drink "It is very hot today, you need fluids, my doll", you say. And as an obedient child would do, I accept your command. I'll do whatever you ask me, not because I am obligated to what is conferred on me, but because there is not enough time for me to discuss matters of no importance. I spend all my time indulging myself on you.
Oh how I miss looking into your eyes, my private ship taking me to the sea. I see you hiding in my eyes, not by fear, but worried about what might happen to me if you also lose your mind. So, sunk in the sea I lose myself and wait for you to bring me back to the surface.
Oh I miss yesterday, I miss the warmth of your skin. I noticed my presence being asked yesterday, like someone who dives into the river bottom and panics when requesting to feel the lungs with air. I was your air yesterday. Until next week?
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