The truth was that even though I saw him most days, I missed him. I missed the real him. I missed seeing his smile as his golden brown eyes sparkled with joy. I missed hearing him laugh or say something that I had never heard anyone else say. I missed him telling me to ‘live in the moment’. I missed the electric feeling that shot through my veins every time that his hand slipped into mine. I missed the fact that he was the only person that could touch me and make it feel so incredibly good. Most of all, I missed him calling me ‘Rai’.
