I’ve missed waking up with you, going to sleep with you, your hugs, kisses, making food with you, playing with Giselle together. I miss you bringing out the best in me. I miss you surprising me when you come home. I miss our late night excursions. I miss you cleaning the house. I miss being silly. I miss wrestling. I miss laughing until I can’t breathe anymore. I’ve missed making fun of people on TV with you. I miss you scooping the litter box. I miss complaining with you. I almost miss you not filling the water pitcher up. I miss you cooking for me. I miss your pants that don’t fit. I miss spoiling Giselle together. I miss your breathing. I miss you falling asleep first. I miss your perfect mix of negativity and positivity. I miss holding. I miss being a team. I miss our height difference. I miss playing with your hair. I miss you doing my hair. I miss knowing there was always warmth to come home to.
I’ve loved making my own happiness. I’ve loved going wherever, whenever. I’ve loved not having to coordinate schedules. I’ve liked cooking by myself.
