I miss you.

I miss your stupid mustache tattoo, and having "Pierre" cheer me up.

I miss your stupid smirk, and how I'd know you're up to no good.

I miss your stupid obsession with my mole and bellybutton.

I miss your ginger jokes, even when I say I hate them.

I miss your wet willies, and your tickle fight freak outs.

I miss your dorky laugh, and the smile that makes me swoon.

I miss your clothes all over my room and car, they're oddly clean now.

I miss your arms around me at night, and waking up to your snores.

I miss our wrestling fights, and putting up a fight.

I miss our car rides, even when you nearly kill both us and my car.

I miss our beer pong games.

I miss cuddling with you during movies.

I miss holding your hand everywhere and anywhere.

I miss having you near me.

I miss being able to look forward to seeing you every night.

I miss doing absolutely nothing with you.

I miss fireworks.

I miss Angel games.

I miss bonfires.

I miss caramel hot chocolate.

I miss everything about you, and everything to do with you.

But most of all, I simply just miss you.