Tell Me How to Fix This

I want to go back. Back to the love we once had. When you used to hold me close, hands clasped together; you gently kissing mine at random.

I want to go back to when you would look at me. And I would ask why. You would say, “can’t I just look at you”? You loved me. I saw it in your eyes.

I want to go back to those nights we would stay up for hours making love. And it was heavenly, and intimate, and we had so much deep trust and connection that it felt like we were molded together.

I want to go back. Go back to the days we communicated. When we would say what we needed to and comfort one another in the end. When we used to have a rule that we would not go to bed mad.

I miss when you’d come home and wrap your arms around my waist from behind as I cooked. I miss cooking for you. And sitting at the table together. I miss you making me coffee and breakfast in bed.

I want to go back to that.

I want to go back to when we had nothing but positive things to say about one another and we used to celebrate our milestones with such pride together.

I want to go back to promises being kept and “I love you” feeling like it truly meant something.

I miss looking at you with pride and adoration.. I want to go back to that.