I miss our Rick & Morty Marathons
and your attempt teaching me how to play Fortnite.
I miss the "I love you's"
and texts filled with blue hearts.
I miss your smile lighting up the room,
the gazing into each other's eyes,
and our quirky giggles
as we glanced at each other.
I miss lying by your side,
holding each other so tight.
I miss ********** anywhere
whenever we got the urge.
I miss our movie dates
and convincing our parents
to stay out late.
I miss our late night drives
and the way you'd mess with me,
turning the radio volume up and down
every time I danced insane
in your passenger seat.
I miss our first kiss on the rock
at Getty Heights Park
and our last in your car
dropping me off.
I miss sneaking out my bedroom window
and our late night smoke sessions.
I miss you sneaking up behind me,
picking me up
and throwing me into the pool.
I miss you holding me from behind,
looking in the mirror
as you whispered, 'I love you.'
I miss doing your English homework
and the inappropriate jokes
you'd leave on the shared doc.
I miss our long hour phone calls,
talking about whatever came to mind,
laughing hysterically.
I miss all your dogs,
but most of all Coco
and taking her to the vet.
I miss your family
and your mom's dinners
and persistence of getting me to eat.
I miss cheering you on at all your
hockey and football games
and supporting you through your decision
to join the Marines.
I miss getting caught,
and getting condoms thrown at us.
I miss our long texts;
good morning and goodnight;
good luck and it'll all be okay.
I miss "bby"
and "your my princess" to "queen;"
"prince" to "king."
The list continues,
missing everything about us.
But most of all,
I miss you.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
I miss our Rick & Morty Marathons
and your attempt teaching me how to play Fortnite.
I miss the "I love you's"
and texts filled with blue hearts.
I miss your smile lighting up the room,
the gazing into each other's eyes,
and our quirky giggles
as we glanced at each other.
I miss lying by your side,
holding each other so tight.
I miss ********** anywhere
whenever we got the urge.
I miss our movie dates
and convincing our parents
to stay out late.
I miss our late night drives
and the way you'd mess with me,
turning the radio volume up and down
every time I danced insane
in your passenger seat.
I miss our first kiss on the rock
at Getty Heights Park
and our last in your car
dropping me off.
I miss sneaking out my bedroom window
and our late night smoke sessions.
I miss you sneaking up behind me,
picking me up
and throwing me into the pool.
I miss you holding me from behind,
looking in the mirror
as you whispered, 'I love you.'
I miss doing your English homework
and the inappropriate jokes
you'd leave on the shared doc.
I miss our long hour phone calls,
talking about whatever came to mind,
laughing hysterically.
I miss all your dogs,
but most of all Coco
and taking her to the vet.
I miss your family
and your mom's dinners
and persistence of getting me to eat.
I miss cheering you on at all your
hockey and football games
and supporting you through your decision
to join the Marines.
I miss getting caught,
and getting condoms thrown at us.
I miss our long texts;
good morning and goodnight;
good luck and it'll all be okay.
I miss "bby"
and "your my princess" to "queen;"
"prince" to "king."
The list continues,
missing everything about us.
But most of all,
I miss you.