i miss your whiny voice, which is also very husky. i just realized.

i miss the way your eyes soften and dilate quietly when you see me.

i miss your funny walk, which i'm sorry for always making fun of because it's perfect, actually. it's more of a lope and you're perfect.

i miss the way you subtly hold my hand, as if i'm not supposed to feel your fingertips setting my palm on fire.

i miss the way you say so much without a single word and just an innocent, doe-eyed look.

i miss your hands because they're a little bigger than mine and ours fit nicely together and yours are slightly calloused.

i miss how warm you are.

i miss the pencil you wear behind your ear. who even does that? (you)

i miss saying your name. out loud, that is, in public. i say it alone every night as if i'm rehearsing its one syllable.

i miss that certain face you make when something is really funny.
i miss the way i've only ever seen you laugh like that when you're with me.

i miss the way putting your hands in your pockets is a genuine habit.

i miss the scar on your cheek. (i want to kiss it forever)

i miss your eyes, they're so beautiful.