I miss the nights where we would just lay down on the grass together and stare up at the sky, uncaring to everything else around us.
I miss when I had arguments with my parents you would comfort me but not coddle me. I remember your words “Crying about it isn’t going to get you anywhere. Now let’s go get some ice cream”
I miss how you would pull me into a tight hug and held me so tight.
I miss all the nights we’d stay up til 5am talking about everything and nothing.
I miss all these things that you did but I don’t miss you… strange isn’t it?