I miss the warmth of your chest when I snuggled with you. I miss kissing the corners of your mouth, and kissing you close to your ear. I miss those intimate moments we had together. I miss those times I knew I could satisfy you and make you feel loved. I miss your laugh, and knowing I was in on the joke. I miss calling you teddy and koala, and I miss being called eucalyptus and shpooply (and even crazy). I miss your singing, and I miss listening to Seether. I really liked their music, but now I just can’t listen to it any more. I miss holding your hand and waiting in line with you at lunch. I miss looking up to you and thinking you were so strong and handsome (inside and out). I miss our conversations and your company. I miss those times you used to talk in an accent (particularly French), and make me laugh. I miss your hugs, because they were the best in the world.
The list goes on forever.