his laugh. the way his dimples came out when he smiled. the way i fit in his arms when we hugged. the way he could make me laugh. the hour long bus rides with him. how i could tell him everything and anything. the way his hair fell perfectly in place. the way he smiles when he gets nervous. the way he laughs when he is under pressure. the way he held my hand. the way we joked around with eachother like it was no big deal. how it felt when we kissed. how his hoodie was just a little big, but was still comfortable. the way he made me smile and laugh. the way he made me feel. knowing i meant something to him. the stupid meaningless conversations that happened late at night. the way he looked at me. his laugh. the way his dimples came out when he smiled. the way i fit in his arms when we hugged. the way he could make me laugh. the hour long bus rides with him. how i could tell him everything and anything. the way his hair fell perfectly in place. the way he smiles when he gets nervous. the way he laughs when he is under pressure. the way he held my hand. the way we joked around with eachother like it was no big deal. how it felt when we kissed. how his hoodie was just a little big, but was still comfortable. the way he made me smile and laugh. the way he made me feel. knowing i meant something to him. the stupid meaningless conversations that happened late at night. the way he looked at me. his laugh. the way his dimples came out when he smiled. the way i fit in his arms when we hugged. the way he could make me laugh. the hour long bus rides with him. how i could tell him everything and anything. the way his hair fell perfectly in place. the way he smiles when he gets nervous. the way he laughs when he is under pressure. the way he held my hand. the way we joked around with eachother like it was no big deal. how it felt when we kissed. how his hoodie was just a little big, but was still comfortable. the way he made me smile and laugh. the way he made me feel. knowing i meant something to him. the stupid meaningless conversations that happened late at night. the way he looked at me. his laugh. the way his dimples came out when he smiled. the way i fit in his arms when we hugged. the way he could make me laugh. the hour long bus rides with him. how i could tell him everything and anything. the way his hair fell perfectly in place. the way he smiles when he gets nervous. the way he laughs when he is under pressure. the way he held my hand. the way we joked around with eachother like it was no big deal. how it felt when we kissed. how his hoodie was just a little big, but was still comfortable. the way he made me smile and laugh. the way he made me feel. knowing i meant something to him. the stupid meaningless conversations that happened late at night. the way he looked at me. his laugh. the way his dimples came out when he smiled. the way i fit in his arms when we hugged. the way he could make me laugh. the hour long bus rides with him. how i could tell him everything and anything. the way his hair fell perfectly in place. the way he smiles when he gets nervous. the way he laughs when he is under pressure. the way he held my hand. the way we joked around with eachother like it was no big deal. how it felt when we kissed. how his hoodie was just a little big, but was still comfortable. the way he made me smile and laugh. the way he made me feel. knowing i meant something to him. the stupid meaningless conversations that happened late at night. the way he looked at me. his laugh. the way his dimples came out when he smiled. the way i fit in his arms when we hugged. the way he could make me laugh. the hour long bus rides with him. how i could tell him everything and anything. the way his hair fell perfectly in place. the way he smiles when he gets nervous. the way he laughs when he is under pressure. the way he held my hand. the way we joked around with eachother like it was no big deal. how it felt when we kissed. how his hoodie was just a little big, but was still comfortable. the way he made me smile and laugh. the way he made me feel. knowing i meant something to him. the stupid meaningless conversations that happened late at night. the way he looked at me.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥
I MISS HIM.
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