I really miss you, you don’t believe it though. I miss your basil cologne mixed in with the fragrance of your underarms. The scruffiness of your 5 o’clock shadow that seems to always appear even as soon as you shave. Your mildly calloused fingertips moving across my body from A to B to C, and so forth. Your eyes that I still can’t decide on whether or not they’re blue, hazel, grey, or a mixture of it all. Your absolutely perfect crooked teeth. You only smile truly when you’re off-guard, otherwise you muffle it up because you’re embarrassed, but they’re lovely. Your smile is lovely. I love you, I’m sorry, I’ll always be regretful.