The way...

I love the way he held me in his arms
and told me that he loved me.
I love the way he gave me hugs
and told me that he needed me.
I love the way he laughed at my jokes
even when they were not funny.
And all the nicknames that he gave me
while all I called him was Honey.
I love they way he kissed me
and told me that I'm pretty
and how instead of being "hot" I was beautiful.
I love him still and I always will.
I wish we had been meant to be.