I miss you.
I miss eating with you, breakfast, lunch, dinner, midnight snacks, cooking in the kitchen late nights.
I miss your scrambled eggs.
I miss the way your mouth hangs open when your focused.
I miss watching movies with you.
I miss eating out with you.
I miss drives in the car with you.
I miss your outrageous burps and super smelly farts.
I miss your terrible singing.
I miss our cannot-make-it singing sessions.
I miss getting annoyed at you.
I miss you picking me up from school.
I miss studying with you.
I miss jogs with you.
I miss lying in bed all day with you.
I miss watching criminal minds and travel & living & masterchef with you.
I miss your flus. And your gross towels.
I miss your smell, your voice, your warmth.
I miss running my fingers through your hair.
I miss looking up at you while I lay in your lap while you drive.
I miss singing and dancing to our songs blasting in the car.
I miss those Crazy dances of yours.
I miss the way you talk like you know everything.
I miss you knowing what to do in times of crisis all the time.
I miss your msgs in the morning. And all day. And goodnight.
I miss your phone calls.
I miss holding your hand. Those big, strong hands that make me feel so safe.
I miss looking into those kind eyes you have and see all the love in them.
And most of all. I can’t stand that you don’t call me bee anymore. Or say you miss me or that you love me.
I miss it. So, so, so terribly.
I miss you.
And without you, I feel soulless.
