I miss the phone calls that lasted hours. I miss the silly
pictures. I miss the fact that you knew everything about me,
yet you never left, not once. I miss the things you would do to
make me laugh. I miss how you would insult me, and then apologise
for hours, even though I wasn't mad. I miss the I love
you's. I miss swapping hoodies. I miss
your cologne. I miss you.
