I miss texting you everyday. I miss hearing your voice on the phone. I miss seeing your face over FaceTime. I miss when you cried because you loved me so much. I miss when you get worried about me. I miss when you call me beautiful when I’m not wearing makeup and nice clothes. I miss holding your hand. I miss when you rub your finger on my knuckles when we hold hands. I miss when you secretly stare at me. I miss you. So. Much. It. Hurts.