I wish I’d had time to travel a bit with you…maybe somewhere tropical and fun.
I wish I’d laughed with you a hundred times a day.
I wish I’d kissed you longer and deeper.
I wish I’d held you tighter so that you thought I’d never let you go.
I wish I’d told you more that I loved you.
I wish I’d texted you, emailed you, called you more often.
I wish I’d made you smile every hour.
I wish we’d made love every chance we got – and then some.
I wish you’d really understood how perfect you were to me.
I wish I’d held your hand more often (even if you didn’t like it).
I wish I’d tickled you.
I wish I’d confessed that I wanted to marry you, one day. You would have laughed at that…or run for the hills…
I wish I’d known you much longer and shared so much more time in your company. I think I’d volunteer 10 years of my life for that. Possibly more.
I wish we’d played more chess. We both sucked at it…but you sucked less.
I wish I’d written you more poetry, even if it really wasn’t your thing. I know you appreciated it.
I wish you’d have taken me for a spin on your bike (or one of them). It would have scared the shit out of me but it would have been fun.
That I had –