I miss.

I miss being in love and the rush it has when you know someone is in love with you too.

I miss getting good morning texts thinking I was on your mind first.

I miss worrying if you ate your dinner or if you are doing alright.

I miss talking to someone randomly and in a baby kind of matter.

I miss our phone conversations that last for 10 hours, when we are both away from each other.

I miss holding your hand while we stroll down the sidewalk.

I miss how you argued with me when I buy something pricey.

I miss how reckless we were back then.

I miss your kisses and hugs.

I miss the way you called me “my love”

I miss how you teased me when I make errors.

I miss how you annoyed me.

I miss how we fought and made up.

I miss how you hurt me by calling me a weirdo in front of your friends and laughed at me. Because of how stupid my joke sounds.

I miss the moments you made me cry and your apologies.

But most of all I miss it when we were still best of friends and now we act as if we never existed in each others’ world.