I miss him

I miss his being in my life everyday.
I miss talking to him.
I miss his face.
I miss his voice.
I miss his strong arms.
I miss the laughter in his eyes.
I miss his infectious smile.
I miss his advice.
I miss playing games with him.
I miss just sitting there and watching t.v. with him.
I miss his stories.
I miss how he would make me smile and laugh.
I miss how my hand fit perfectly in his.
I miss how perfectly I fit into his warm hugs.
I miss giving him cards.
I miss birthdays with him.
I miss dinners with him.
I miss dancing with him.
I miss how much fun I had with him.
I miss how safe he made me feel.
I miss how hard he tried to protect me.
I miss his stubble.
I miss his kisses on my forehead.
I miss breakfasts, lunches, and dinners with him.
I miss watching him work.
I miss how MUCH HE LOVED ME.
and I remember HOW MUCH I love him.
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I miss my dad, everyday, with all of my broken heart.

And he missed...

My life
my graduations
my first heartbreak
my first job
my first love
my first kiss
my first dance
my prom
my first car
my first job
the births of ALL of his grandchildren
my marriage
he didn't walk me down the aisle
my affair
my soulmate

He missed everything.... and he left a pain and a hole in my heart, soul and life. Time didn't heal it and it didn't take it away. What time did was as the days went on, made it easier to think about him and talk about him with out sobbing uncontrollably. It did not take away what he left behind.