I miss all the details, especially the stupid ones.
I miss teasing you in the morning putting my freezing feet over your warm ones.
I miss you getting angry at me for cluttering your room with my stuff.
I miss your omelets and how you get mad when I add salt.
I miss how we have to agree on what we should wear whenever we’re going out just because we always buy the same items.
I miss going to Ikea with you to buy a candle and ending up buying a living room.
I miss how you’re always hungrier than I am, but manages to eat less than me.
I even miss doing laundry with you. Sometimes I rearrange my arranged sock drawer just to hold the pair of socks I stole from your house.
I miss the airport and the airplane, I even miss the rude flight attendants and the inedible plane meals, just because they get me to see you.
I miss everything about you and I miss you.