Do I miss you?

Do I miss you?
I believe that's like asking if the weather has been cold of recent.

I miss the smile on your face when I stare deep into your eyes.

I miss the lingering smell of your hair when I give you those tight embraces.

I miss the times spent, the foods shared, the drinks sippped, and the gossipis plundered.

I miss the smell of your skin, and how I love snuggling into your arms.

Yet you wonder if I miss you?

I pride myself of always having the words to say, yet to you, I find myself speechless, barred from speaking a word to you.