Random madness

If I could write a letter to you, maybe a poem or a story I would have poured my heart out, eloquently listing out your charm, your smile and your love.  But alas I am not a writer like you nor could I become a partner like you. You had such a beautiful way to express yourself and you never missed an opportunity to show your love.  How is that after all this time, after all the fights, all the heartbreaks, questions, accusations and tears I can only remember your smile, your charm, your daily stories, your laugh. ... How is that after all this time, I still miss your presence, your essence in my life.  I remember those silent coffee mornings, busy breakfasts and chaotic evenings. Those crazy dances around the coffee table, the unending giggles at midnight. I miss you... I miss being with you, I miss loving you, I miss those snarky comebacks, I miss those judgemental fashion inputs, I miss ...... Didn't I tell you am not a writer.  I wonder do you remember...