Your hugs.

I love your hugs.

Your kisses are definitely my favorite, but hugs are a close second.

The feeling of your body against mine in warmth and smiles.

It's perfection. Even just for a few seconds.

 

Your scent. 

You know, they should really bottle that and sell it.

They'd make millions.

But I'd be really upset, 

I only want you to be the reason my clothes smell like that.

 

Your voice.

I love our phone calls, no matter how random or silly they get.

And I love your giggle.

That's one of the reasons I like to tickle you.

That, and the fact that you get upset and pout and that's just really cute.

 

Your smile.

It's one of the best things about you.

Your eyes brighten when you smile.

I like your eyes, too.

Sadly, a photo can't capture your charming grin just right.

It's missing the pushing of your hair shyly from your eyes, the inviting way you lean forward to kiss me.

That's it. Kissing your photo isn't quite the same.

 

Your hands.

Like, really, what moisturiser do you use?

Your hands are so soft and warm.

Holding your hand is one of my favorite things.

I love how you still let me hold your hand even if our palms get a little sweaty.

If that's not love, then I've been living my whole life wrong up to this point.

 

Your arms.

I love when you wrap your arms around my neck.

It's kinda like you're a baby koala or a sloth the way you cling to me like that.

It's really cute.

And then you lean up to kiss me and gripe about how you are shorter than I am.

Also cute.

 

Your kindness.

You are such a dork.

And I absolutely adore it.

You always worry about me, even if you really should be focused on yourself.

I feel greedy with your attention and time.

The distance intensifies it.

 

Your memories.

A year ago, I texted you and told you how I felt about you and asked you out.

I should have been more romantic about it, but you said yes anyway.

Then our first kiss, oh, the kiss.

It was short and we were watching Supernatural and cuddling.

You looked over to me, I looked over to you and we smiled.

We pressed our lips together awkwardly for five or so seconds, both of us not breathing.

It was one of the best experiences of my life.

 

You.

I love you.

I miss you.

 

I can't wait to see you in the flesh again.

You hands will be in mine.

Your arms will be around me.

Your hugs will be plentiful.

Your scent of shampoo and strawberry body wash will surround me.

Your smile will be as bright as I remember it as.

Your voice will be just as soothing and as kind as it always has been.

And memories will be fresh in our minds with each new awkward moment we will share.

 

(That's what I'm looking forward to most of all.)