Warmth

Warmth.
That how I remember him best.

Cuddling up behind me in the morning, making sure I am awake before he snuggles. I would giggle and pull his arm across to my stomach, he would move closer and wed cuddle.
His face on my cheek, I could feel him smiling even without looking. I did not need to look, I could feel it.
Everything feels cold without him, he warmed up the day with his charming smile, he made my nights fun, and he'd treat me like a princess all the time.
Whenever we hugged there was this extra electricity, whenever he looked at me there was falls of love damping me, and whenever he held my hand it drills happiness into me.
We would linger, there was always something in the air, a warmness. It was just him and nothing else mattered.
He was warm, and there was that thing that happened whenever we embraced, I could feel it through my skin.

And since he left, I feel there is the distinct absence of these things. The coldness gathered me, I felt the sun going down. Taking the warmth away from me.

And all I could suffice was this longing feeling that soon, soon enough, winter will pass and summer shall come.