You know what feels really bad? Missing someone’s personality (besides everything else). I miss my boyfriend everyday now that we don’t live together, but when we’re together I get the kisses, all the physical action we’ve been missing, the sweet words and the long staring-at-each-other-which-is-never-enough. But at the end of the day, I miss him playing his guitar, or being excited about finding new things. I miss that he used to write and his excitement when he shows me a piece of music he wrote. I miss being around him beyond kissing, sex, sleeping together; like watching him getting dressed or washing the dishes, being passionate about things or the look on his face when he returns home after going out with his friends: the happy relief of seeing me again, as if we’ve been apart for long.