I miss the way you would kiss my forehead at the end of a perfect moment. Or the way your face lit up when you spoke of the things you are passionate about. And trying to keep up with you pounding back beers, knowing I'd never win. And yet my favorite would have to be falling asleep on your chest that last weekend of the play offs. There was always something so comforting about your presence. And the more I got to know you, the more I learned to miss that feeling.
Thank you for being kind and gentle to me in ways I didnt know.