I remember a time when a simple touch meant the world to me. A touch that was accompanied with a smile, and a look in her eyes that said it all. Now the touches and smiles rarely come, and that look is never there. I remember a time when I heard 'I love you' before she hung up the phone, and I had no fears or doubts. Now, I don't hear it at all and my fears and doubts is all I hear inside my head. I remember a time when we'd go to bed and hold each other, snuggle for a bit, and say 'good night, I love you'. Now there is no snuggling, and there are no more good nights, and there are no more I love you's before I fall asleep. I used to love the way her hand would feel resting upon my chest, as if she felt safe, and it made me feel safe too, and loved. Now there is none of that at night. I'm left with only memories of a time when all this seemed so easy and natural, and it seems I am left to fall asleep all by myself. I miss the little kisses before bed time, when we woke up, before we parted ways and sometimes for no reason at all. Looking back, those little kisses seemed so much bigger now...now that they are missed. Yes, I missed feeling loved.