The Unsuspecting Things

I miss all the little, unsuspecting things...
the way he leaves toothpaste in the sink after brushing his teeth,
even though it secretly drove me crazy. 
I miss the way he would get the bath mat completely wet when he got out of the shower,
even though that made me a little irritated.
I miss the way he would look at me when we were talking, his eyes shifted
from side to side with wonder.  Even though that made me really bashful.
I miss the late night laughter of things that wouldn't be funny to anyone but us,
that made me feel safe.I miss the way he would wait for me to open his door, even in the rain,
that made me feel needed.
I miss him serenading me with his violin,
that made me feel special.

I miss the way he would ride my anxiety with me, being as patient and caring
as he could.  Even though it would drive him crazy.
I miss the way he would reassure me constantly,
even though that made him a little irritated.
I miss the way his face would blush when I would tell him how beautiful he was
which made him a little bashful.
I miss the way I held him when he slept, so tight and complete with drool and snores,
that made him feel safe.  
 I miss him telling me how perfect we are together and how I made him feel needed.
I miss cooking him breakfast in bed and being lazy with him,
that made him feel special.

I miss him.