She missed him but missing him had nothing to do with the love they shared, well maybe a little. It had more to do with comfort...he knew her inside out... He knew what buttons to push, he had even found her pause button, the one that in the moment made her feel like everything had stopped in time, and that what they had could last forever.
After years of persistence he slowly peeled back her layers. She was a type of science for him...certain faces had ways of telling him instantly when she was at unease.. She rarely had to explain her feelings because those looks always gave her away even when she didn't want them to.
She missed the comfort of someone knowing what she liked and didn't like, what made her body sing, and her favorite movies that made her cry. She missed him because of the comfort that he brought, the way he at laughed her jokes as if she was the funniest person in the world, the way he always let her have her way...
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