You used to always make me smile and laugh. I was obsessed with you and you were addicted to me. We were always together, and even over summer when we weren’t, we’d fly hundreds of miles to see each other. I wish I would still be willing to do that for you. I wish getting a text from you made my face light up like it used to. I wish hugging you and waking up next to you still made me feel so lucky. I miss loving you. I miss taking hundreds of pictures of you even though you never liked getting your picture taken. I miss your silly faces and your cute laugh. I miss your compliments and how you’d show up at my house unexpectantly, though I grew to expect you because you did it so much. I miss who I was when I was with you, and how you made me feel. But most of all, I miss being in love with you.