Matters most

I miss him. He has been in my thoughts for days on end and he haunts me in the most unexpected of ways. His face is reflected on any ghostly likeliness of him who pass me by on the street, the man in the armor with his beautiful tan and sculpted jaw. Those lovely eyes that seem to turn crescent every time he smiles. I miss that feeling of having beautiful wrapped around me...

I close my eyes and try to remember what words caused for the sun to shine on me with his smile. Or that sudden tickled grin while he watches me slip back into my garments after hours and hours of playing in the garden of pleasures. Those were moments I stole from him. The only memories I had of him. A stranger to whom him and I have become right now.

These precious moments live in me in a vacuum. cannot be ruined and tarnished from the lashes of the morals of this cruel world. I remember him somewhat vividly, like continuous pictures playing over and over in a slow and unsettled manner. 

I miss him. But what matters more is, does he miss me?