I miss him.
I miss having another person to deal with my hyperness.
I miss our stupid inside jokes.
I miss how long it took to say goodbye.
I miss the way you made me laugh.
Are you looking closely?

I miss the way you made me smile.
I miss those crazy pick up lines.
I miss the messages that meant so much.
I miss those long conversations on the phone.
I miss you being my good luck charm.
Do you get what I’m trying to say?

I miss the way you used to say hello.
I miss the way you called me babe.
I miss the way you held my hand.
I miss the way you used to hold me.
I miss the way you said you loved me.
Do you still feel the same?

I miss the way you apologized when I made you feel guilty.
I miss the times I laughed until my stomach ached because ‘I made you feel stupid’.
I miss the way you called me beautiful.
I miss the crazy nicknames we had for each other.
I miss the way you used to say ‘You mean so much to me’.
What are you thinking of now?

I miss being your one and only.
I miss all the plans we tried to make.
I miss being in your life.
I miss talking to you.
I miss being your confident.
Are you starting to reminisce?

I miss the way you used to listen to my sing.
I miss those texts that used to say ‘Good Night Babe, Sweet Dreams’
I miss the pictures we took.
I miss those stupid arguments we used to have.
I miss the times at the mall.
You can’t tell me you don’t remember.

I miss the way we used to dedicated songs to each other.
I miss how you changed for me.
I miss filling my diary pages about you.
I miss the times we chilled.
I miss feeling loved.
You can’t tell me you don’t miss it.

I miss our memories.
I miss how scared you used to be when I said my dad was listening to our conversation.
I miss the little things you used to do.
I miss the cute things you used to say.
I miss telling you ‘I love you’.
Because I miss it.

I miss how you’d always ask me to take poser pictures.
I miss your quirky ways.
I miss telling you ‘I miss you’.
I miss the way you said you missed me.
I miss you so much it makes me sick.
And I don’t think that’s going to change.

I miss telling people ‘Yup, that’s my boyfriend’.
I miss the way you used to say “Babe, you’re to smart for your own good’.
I miss hugging the teddy bear you gave me every night because it reminded me of you.
I miss December 13.
I miss you Miguel Edward Cabrera.
Done deal.

It hurts to know you’re fine without me. It hurts to see you talk to all these other girls. It hurts that you’re over me. Coz, damn, now I know how much I really care. I miss the memories we had and this really sucks because I blew my chance. Every little thing reminds me of you. I usually read all the text messages I saved from you. But, today I had to stop. I didn’t want to cry. I thought we’d last so long, but damn me and fuck my life. I was wrong. It’s not your fault, it’s mine. And I hate the fact this realization came a little too late. I guess I’m asking for a second chance.