Me: I miss him so much.
Him: I can see that. Pretend that I'm him first then.
Him: How so?
Me: You don't smell the same.
Him: Why? What does he smell like? Playboy perfume?
Me: I don't know. He has that sweet addictive smell, you know?
Him: That's because you're in love with him.
Me: Your lips aren't kissable like his.
Me: Your hands aren't as big and warm like his.
Me: The eyes.
Him: What about it?
Me: His brown eyes that looks like a thousand lanterns floating in the sky or a night sky filled with billions and billions of stars.
Him: How much do you love him? =)
Me: Count the stars.