what I miss about you most is the way you kept trying to impress me even though you knew I was head over heels in love with you

what I miss about you most is the way you let my white lies go because you knew it wasn’t worth arguing (no damage done)

what I miss about you most is the way you’d sing to me all night if I asked you to, even if you had a sore throat

what I miss about you most is the way you’d sneak out of the house just to talk to me even though your dad would **** you if he found out

what I miss about you most is the fact that you wanted to introduce me to all the special people in your world as if inviting me into your life to stay

what I miss about you most is how you listened to me night after night and reassured me day after day without a word of complaint

what I miss about you most is the way you’d admire me and look at me with eyes full of acceptance and trust like I was the only star in your sky

**but what I miss the most- truly miss the most- is not needing to write down what I miss about you because you were always there and never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I’d ever have to narrate the story of us in the past tense rather than present, future or even past continuous and this hollow feeling inside me has driven me to insanity with its bitter longing and sorrowful regret because what I dearly deeply honestly miss the most is everything we were and everything we were to be