He can't tell what he is going to miss more.
Seduction in her coy eyes or a momentary flicker of jealously in her eyes when he talks about other women.
The way her lips part in surprised passion in the middle of an increasingly intense kiss or the way her lips purse in annoyance when he teases her.
Blush on her cheeks when he steals kisses or the way they turned pale while they discuss goodbyes.
Softness and warmth of the skin of her inner arm or passion of her embrace that spreads smile on his face.
The way her forearms respond with goosebumps when he runs fingers over her collarbone or the way her palms rub against his cheeks.
The way his harsh stubble spawns rashes in her tender skin or the way his uncaring words make the pulse on her forehead throb ominously.
Stolen longing glances in the room full of people or an inconspicuous entry she has made in his mundane life.
The way her nostrils flare when she snaps angrily or the way her nose runs comically when she sobs.
Crudeness in her cuss words or serenity of her prayers.
Her wild hair that tickles his nape when they hug or a single strand of hair that he tucks behind her ear while she stuffs mouthful of food.
Bouts of unexpected tears or occasional sermons for being planned and organized.
Squirrel like restlessness or sage like calmness.
Arrogance in her eyes when she shrugs her shoulders bossily or the willing surrender of her soul when he pulls her close.
Unusual silence or unanswerable questions.
Stealthy entry of sleep in her languid eyes when they lay together or lively gleam in her eyes when she rants on dreamily.
The way she makes him singe with passion or the way she makes him want to live a little more.
Lust or love.
