19th
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I miss feeling the bump on your hand and knowing that it was your hand I was touching. I miss you turning over on your side after we had kissed goodnight and you felt you had put in enough time facing me. I miss trying to think of something I could do to make your head stop hurting. I miss seeing you light up when you ate crab legs. I miss seeing you kindly tolerate the waiter who tried to teach you how to eat a food that you had no problem eating on your own. I miss you putting a table clothe on a shitty table so that we could have a nice dinner. I miss you wanting to ride a bike. I miss having to go to starbucks every day. I miss having to think of fun things we could do during an ordinary Wednesday. I miss seeing you win everyone on the porch over, instantly. I miss sneaking glances at your face to see how your reacting to Freaks and Geeks moments.
I miss being excited to go to sleep every night, knowing I would wake up the next morning with you.
I miss all of this. And a thousand other things.
