Around 6pm till around 730pm. It's the time of the day that i am supposed to be talking to you. I am missing you so much.
I miss your smile.
I miss your smile.
I miss the way you laugh.
I miss it when you do the tsunami walk.
I miss it when you do the tsunami walk.
I miss the punches and pinches.
I miss it when you roll your eyes.
I miss it when you scold me.
I miss your thoughtful ways of taking care of me.
I miss your dreams and ambitions.
I miss your jokes.
I miss laughing with you.
I miss cooking for you.
I miss your dishes.
I miss those breakfasts.
I miss the eggs.
I miss dads and dampa.
I miss your laundry.
I miss the smell of your clothes( cabinet's smell).
I miss your scent, your d&g and your ginger white.
I miss our small business.
I miss your badminton attire.
I miss the way you talk non stop.
I miss the calls.
I miss siomai.
I miss when you feel irritated by commuters.
I miss it when you curse, it's the loveliest sounding curse and crispiest i heard.
I miss waiting for you at our rendezvous.
I miss your coach, the huddle.
I miss your stats.
I miss the way you react when i make you believe i achieved something only to tell you i was just dreaming.
I miss serving you.
I miss doing errands for you.
I miss researching for your kid's homework.
I miss the pick up lines. tuesday ka ba? Kasi monday ako. Ikaw ang bukas ko.
I miss smelling your armpit. There is nothing really to smell in there.
I miss your slap.
I miss looking at the future with you.
I miss buying women's clothing.
I miss being feminine.
I miss looking for stuff you might love.
I miss being looking stupid when i did something wrong.
I miss your arms around my arms.
I miss your head over my shoulder.
I miss caressing your hands.
I miss how you look, everytime i see you i am always amazed by your beauty.
I miss how humble you are, how down to earth you are.
I miss you being the mom i look for my child.
I miss carrying you on my back up the stairs.
I miss it when you go crazy and peel the paint off the walls, switching the lights off along the hall.
I miss basta.
I miss watching you play dashes and spas.
I miss it when you walk barefoot.
I miss it when you are lazy.
I miss it when you say you don't believe i miss you.
I miss your high talent fee.
I miss the hayys.
I miss it when you poke my butt while getting off the jeep.
I miss the red and orange colors.
I miss the haircolor without landi.
I miss that gray, blue toenails.
I miss morning, ingats and goodnight. I miss going to bed a little late for you.
I miss getting up early for you.
I miss your voice, that motherly voice. I even miss letter.
I miss the anticipation of being with you.
I miss dialing your number.
I miss your caller id.
I miss that moment when i keep on talking while you are already off the line.
I miss singing for you.
I miss taking care of you.
I miss those gossips.
I miss how sassy you are.
I miss watching movies with you.
I miss staring at you while you're asleep.
I miss travelling home.
I miss dancing with you.
I miss playing my guitar for you.
I miss isa dalawa tatlo apat, alam kong gusto mo ko.
I miss holding our hands.
I miss being there for you.
I miss the way you make fun of your voice.
I miss it when we remenisce about our childhood.
I miss it when you please me.
I miss it when you don't care less.
I miss you being the lady that adds reason for me to love.
I miss being with you
I miss being loved
I miss that most magical moment in my life when you surprisingly texted, "buksan mo pinto!".
God! I miss you so much!
I miss it when you roll your eyes.
I miss it when you scold me.
I miss your thoughtful ways of taking care of me.
I miss your dreams and ambitions.
I miss your jokes.
I miss laughing with you.
I miss cooking for you.
I miss your dishes.
I miss those breakfasts.
I miss the eggs.
I miss dads and dampa.
I miss your laundry.
I miss the smell of your clothes( cabinet's smell).
I miss your scent, your d&g and your ginger white.
I miss our small business.
I miss your badminton attire.
I miss the way you talk non stop.
I miss the calls.
I miss siomai.
I miss when you feel irritated by commuters.
I miss it when you curse, it's the loveliest sounding curse and crispiest i heard.
I miss waiting for you at our rendezvous.
I miss your coach, the huddle.
I miss your stats.
I miss the way you react when i make you believe i achieved something only to tell you i was just dreaming.
I miss serving you.
I miss doing errands for you.
I miss researching for your kid's homework.
I miss the pick up lines. tuesday ka ba? Kasi monday ako. Ikaw ang bukas ko.
I miss smelling your armpit. There is nothing really to smell in there.
I miss your slap.
I miss looking at the future with you.
I miss buying women's clothing.
I miss being feminine.
I miss looking for stuff you might love.
I miss being looking stupid when i did something wrong.
I miss your arms around my arms.
I miss your head over my shoulder.
I miss caressing your hands.
I miss how you look, everytime i see you i am always amazed by your beauty.
I miss how humble you are, how down to earth you are.
I miss you being the mom i look for my child.
I miss carrying you on my back up the stairs.
I miss it when you go crazy and peel the paint off the walls, switching the lights off along the hall.
I miss basta.
I miss watching you play dashes and spas.
I miss it when you walk barefoot.
I miss it when you are lazy.
I miss it when you say you don't believe i miss you.
I miss your high talent fee.
I miss the hayys.
I miss it when you poke my butt while getting off the jeep.
I miss the red and orange colors.
I miss the haircolor without landi.
I miss that gray, blue toenails.
I miss morning, ingats and goodnight. I miss going to bed a little late for you.
I miss getting up early for you.
I miss your voice, that motherly voice. I even miss letter.
I miss the anticipation of being with you.
I miss dialing your number.
I miss your caller id.
I miss that moment when i keep on talking while you are already off the line.
I miss singing for you.
I miss taking care of you.
I miss those gossips.
I miss how sassy you are.
I miss watching movies with you.
I miss staring at you while you're asleep.
I miss travelling home.
I miss dancing with you.
I miss playing my guitar for you.
I miss isa dalawa tatlo apat, alam kong gusto mo ko.
I miss holding our hands.
I miss being there for you.
I miss the way you make fun of your voice.
I miss it when we remenisce about our childhood.
I miss it when you please me.
I miss it when you don't care less.
I miss you being the lady that adds reason for me to love.
I miss being with you
I miss being loved
I miss that most magical moment in my life when you surprisingly texted, "buksan mo pinto!".
God! I miss you so much!
How's your abs?
