I miss the was you used to say, "I love you."
I look up into star-lit skies and scream, "I hope you still do!"

I miss being the one you'd look to,
when there was something wrong.
I think think of where we'd be,
if we didn't wait so long.

I miss telling you,
that you'll always have my heart.
Telling you you're beautiful,
and that I've loved you from the start.

I miss the shyness and the glances,
from across the room.
The nervousness and blushing,
but it's maddness to assume......