I miss Us.
I miss the way we’d sit together and watch a movie well into the night, with my head resting on your shoulder, as we sat against the large couch, cross-legged on the floor, waiting for the commercial break to snuggle closer.
I miss the seemingly long wait at a restaurant as we each wondered what would be the best thing to order from a variety of dishes that made no logical sense, but just us being there, wading through the options was enough proof of love.
I miss jumping out of bed one fine morning and saying, ‘Let’s take a long ride to that cafe near the foothills’ and then racing through the empty streets on a Sunday at 6.17 a.m. as my hair streamed out behind me, my heart not worried about the to-do list for the day ahead.
I miss that quick peck on the cheek as we’d each leave for work, a surreptitious smack that was exchanged before the elevator doors slid open, a moment of furtive joy in the maddening rush of our mundane existence.
I miss the spontaneity, the unplanned seconds, the snap decisions that switched us from the regular couple to the insanely-in-love twain.
Mostly though, I just miss Us.
*This is a fictional piece, just in case you were wondering.