“I miss you most in the middle of the night. Around 2 AM is when it really sets in, that hollowness in my chest. You know, when you used to call me and we speak in nothing but quiet whispers and soft giggles. I would come and drop by your house around 3. I’d wait for a few minutes in my car, but surely enough you’d come bounding out of your front door, your hair whipping behind you with nothing but a smile on your face. We’d drive on the interstate, it’d be quiet, the radio fading in and out. You’d always roll the widow out and stick your legs out, rest your head on my lap and you’d luck up at me with such intensity. Your eyes are something I swear I’ll never forget, they’re incredibly deep. I’d pull over on the side of the road, and look down at you, you’d smile. I’d kiss you. That kiss drove me wild, every ounce of being coursed through my veins. My lips tingled every time. You smelled like pine needles and apples, the strangest mix of scents but any time I pass by someone who smells remotely like you, I have to do a double take. That smell, those eyes. They’re just ingrained in my mind. We’d pull back out around 4, I’d start to turn around but you’d put your hand on my leg and give me that look and you’d whisper just a few more minutes. Those minutes became hours and the sun always started to rise behind us. You’d laugh such a beautiful laugh. Those small things are what I remember. What I miss. I miss you.”

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