I miss you.

I miss the way you make me laugh.

I miss the way we split the food in half.

I miss the way you mispronounce english words.

I miss the way we both sometimes act like nerds.

I miss the way you tease me.

I'll even admit to missing the way you tickle me.

I miss the way you threaten to drag me out of bed,

just to get me out of my room and get some air.

I miss the way you attempt to make jokes.

But because you don't know how to express them well in english, they end up being revoked.

I miss the way we'd stay in after swearing to go out.

I miss the way you'd make your point without having to shout.

I miss the way we argue about food.

But agree to all things in life that are good.

I miss the way you say my name.

I miss the way you put other guys to shame.

I miss the way you always tell me to 'be careful.'

I miss the way you never fail to make me feel beautiful.

I miss the way you often say how much you like me,

and every time I have to stop myself from being too giddy.

I miss the way we never ran out of things to say.

I miss the way you weren't afraid to admit that you wanted to stay.

I miss the way we used to talk all the time.

I miss the way you made me feel like you were mine.