I miss the way you could brighten up my whole day, I could be 3 days into an opiate detox and you'd still make me smile like a 4 year old with a new toy every time I thought of you.
I miss the way you were always there for me, no matter what happened, it never mattered, you were there for me every step of the way.
I miss the way your fringe would so delicately slide further down your face than you wanted and you'd become really self-conscious about it.
I miss the way your beautiful, sapphire-blue eyes would stare up at me, and I miss even more staring back in to them.
I miss the way you held me.
I miss the feel of your lips on mine.
I miss the way we could embrace on my clapped out couch for hours.
I miss the way you would mock my taste in music, and I, equally, would mock yours.
I miss that bag you insisted on bringing absolutely everywhere.
I miss the way our phones would be incessantly beeping for hours, but we ignored them to be with each other.
I miss your beautiful, sweet, quiet voice.
I miss everything about you.