I miss waking early to watch him sleep then kissing him awake.
I miss playfully fighting over who is going to make the coffee and retrieve the newspaper from the drive.
I miss snuggling on the couch as the furnace blasts away the cold morning chill.
I miss sharing a pot of coffee and making breakfast for two.
I miss lazing in his arms and knowing there's no better place to be on a cold November morning.
I miss being in love.