What I miss the most.
My girl asked me not to go back to her condo alone again cause her parents won’t allow any man to. I said I was going to miss something about that condo, and it’s not the sexy things we do, or the condo itself. It’s just one type of hug that I always wanted her to do. She hugs me but evey hug is different or just not the hug that I was looking for. That sweetest hug after she thought she wouldn’t be able to see me for a week.
She was shocked, and called out my name twice, louder the second time. It was her same voice and stare everytime she sees something she really wants. Most of the time, like a food. That’s when I knew how to know what she really liked.
Her eyes glared over joy. Her smile was stretched the farthest ever. She reached out her arms, and hugged me the tightest ever. She then closed her eyes and sniffed so deep as she buried her face on my chest. She then looked back at me, and said the most heart felt “I missed you” while she was hanging on my nape, as if a monkey.
I really missed that moment above all else. It happened in that condo, my sweetest memory of her.