
I miss your smile. I miss your hair. I miss your sense of humor. I miss holding hands.
I miss studying together. I miss staying up past "missionary" curfew talking.
I miss making food for you. I miss your laugh.
I miss...just being with you.
Now you're married, with a kid on the way.
I wonder what would have happened if life was kinder to us.
Thinking about it makes me miss you more.

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