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I miss your always changing hair, always perfect
I miss your big bright beautiful blue eyes
I miss your perfect nose
I miss your sexy lips
Your fantastic neck, the taste, the smell.
I miss your back, touching it… your legs, so tender, so slender…
I miss the beauty mark on your cheek, which I’ve always wanted on a girl
I miss the scar on your chest that I find so sexy
I love every single little thing about you, everything is perfect, I would never change a thing in a million years
I want to continue exploring you for the next sixty years
I miss watching you brush your teeth before bed
I miss falling asleep to sitcoms
I miss watching you sleep, so beautiful, like an angel
I miss your impression of me sleeping, so embarrassing, like a demon
I miss waking up next to you, crowding you and you pushing me off
If I can’t wake up to your perfect face every morning, then I never want to wake up again.
God, I miss you.
I miss riding bikes with you, singing the star wars song instead of the wizard of oz song, making up children’s books
I miss making plans for the future
I miss our dreams, the chevelle, the motorcycle, the comic strip, dirt bags, menna’s beachgan cafe, the perfect house..
I miss you making fun of comic books
I miss you telling me things you think are sexy… like suits.
I miss your obsession with James Mcavoy
I miss making you laugh with my horrible impression of him.
I miss, more than anything, making you laugh until it hurts, it’s my favorite thing.
I miss you doing the same to me.
No one can make me laugh like you.
I miss you quoting stuff and me not knowing what it is..
I miss you remembering little inside jokes that I don’t and thanking god that you have a better memory than me
I miss the look in your eye when I know you want me
I miss connecting with you over our lack of understanding of drunkedness
I miss your strong opinions of bands I like or movies I wanna see…
I miss seeing your family and feeling at home as rare as that was
I miss having in-depth conversations where I feel stupid because of how smart you are and how much you understand people.
I miss playing mario kart with you
I miss making homemade vegan recipes with you
I miss your kitty talk
I miss you quoting roseanne or louis ck…
I miss you helping me not to get in wrecks in the car when I’m distracted by your beauty.
I miss staying up late sitting in parking lots like in the beginning
I miss how nervous I was to hold your hand
I miss how we would be shy in person but open up totally over email
I miss our long email conversations, our cute myspace comments
I miss the excitement of our first kiss, make out, touch, blind groping…
I miss tms
i miss your concern over my cancer knee
I miss you for the way you pay extra attention when i talk about marcus or my dad
I miss the way you want me to feel better when I’m sad, You don’t try to cheer me up, you’re just there for me.
I miss our trips I want more of them, so many places yet to explore with you,
I miss your smoking, your cursing, your questioning of God, all the things that make you you.
I miss shopping with you and guessing completely wrong which things you’ll like
I miss going to blockbuster or going out to eat and trying to guess what the other person really wants to rent or eat.
I miss your perfect smile, Your contagious laugh, Your unrivaled sense of humor
I miss your presents, I’ve never recieved a bad one from you.
I miss your presence, I miss your love, your patience, your understanding, your accpetance.
I miss your perfection.
I miss your love of poetry, of gangster movies, of comedians, of ice cream, of punk rock, of me.
I miss your mock-racist comments
I miss hearing about your ex boyfriends
I miss hearing about your childhood stories and friends
I miss watching AFV with you and losing it…
I miss eating puppy chow and watching america’s next top model
I miss discovering new shows we love like himym
I miss lying in bed and holding you…
I miss the way you’d encourage me
I miss you telling me I’m the best boy in the world, that’s the nicest thing anyhone has ever said to me.
The way you think it’s cute when I do something stupid
When you tell me everything will be alright, I actually believe you.
I miss the way our tummies talk to each other when we’re hungry
I miss our corny little sex jokes.
I miss having a few drinks and passing out, not from drunkedness, but from sleepiness
I miss hearing about your day at work,
I miss listening to your hard times, to how ridiculous that place is run
I miss all the office gossip
I miss going to Moe’s and not having enough money to pay for it.
I miss you coming to my office and doing your homework.
I miss our openness
I miss watching you do everyday things
I miss you not saying good night…
Good night.