God I miss dancing with you.
I miss touching your skin and feeling your lips kiss mine.
I miss your laugh. I still hear it sometimes, but I miss the way it sounded when it happened because of me.
I miss the way we would look at each other, having entire conversations through our eyes. (You have such beautiful brown eyes.)
I miss your soft snore and your complaints about my hair getting in your face as you slept.
I miss the comfort of having someone who knows everything about me.
I miss talking about our future, imagining our lives becoming one life together, no matter the obstacle.
I miss running my hands through your hair and rubbing your back for hours on end, even when you'd fall asleep before returning the favor.
I miss your intellect. You are so inquisitive and I think maybe I fell in love with you because of that. But then I fell in love with every other bit of you; there was (and still is) so much to love.
I miss going out with you and holding hands as we passed by strangers, wondering if they looked at us and saw beauty in our love.
I miss driving on the highway singing Avril Lavigne at the top of our lungs.
I miss our intimacy. Nothing else could or ever will compare.
I even miss those times you'd run towards me full force to envelop me in a hug (even though I was usually terrified you'd knock me over).
Mostly, though, I just miss my best friend.