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I miss you
I miss you.
I miss the way you'd blast the Wicked or Avenue Q soundtrack while cleaning the house. I miss the way you always made me breakfast, and lunch, and dinner, and it was always delicious. I miss the way you would scoop up Logan or Hera and give them tons of little kisses all in a row because that's what you did to things you loved. I miss how you used to do that to me. I miss that perfect-fit feeling when I'd lay my head on your shoulder and squeeze myself up against you and we'd both breathe a sigh of relief. I miss lying on the couch for hours watching stupid movies just to have a valid excuse to lie next to each other. I miss your stupid white-trash t-shirts that I hated. I miss how you'd ask me which ones you were allowed to wear in public. I miss how honest and trusting your eyes were, all the time. I miss how much you trusted me. I miss how you could tell, by the slightest inflection of my voice, if something was wrong. I miss how I could - kind of - do the same with you. I miss how well you knew me. I miss how you always wanted to learn new things and expand your mind. Like podcasts and sudokus and the news. I miss how excited you were about your stupid ipod, or windows media center, or how you waited in anticipation for windows 7 to come out. I miss the valentine's day where you bought me a cheesy japanese mp3 player ipod knock-off (that still works!) and how you put musical songs and disney songs and rap and pop on it, because you knew what kind of music I liked. I miss when the condom broke and the next day you drove me to the clsc, then the pharmacy. I miss how you drove me all the way home, only to come all the way back three hours later and pick me up because I missed you. I miss missing you that much. I miss feeling so excited when I knew I was about to see you that it would occupy my mind all day. I miss doing my make-up on the crowded 211 bus because I wanted to look pretty when you came to pick me up. I miss running out of bed in the morning to brush my teeth, then pretending to be asleep so you could kiss me awake. I miss having a toothbrush at your place. I miss making chocolate chips and banana pancakes on Sunday mornings at my house. I miss how excited you were to go to the tams. I miss how much you loved your sun glasses. I miss borrowing your camera and taking tons of photos with it. I miss making you sexy videos and hoping that you liked them. I miss that you told me I was hot every day - and I believed you. I miss saying "I love you" before getting off the phone. Sometimes I still do. I miss how jealous you got of me, and how jealous I got of you. I miss how simple everything was. I miss waking up at 5am and bitching and complaining the whole way, all the while knowing it was worth it. I miss how much you tolerated me at 5am. I miss how annoyingly chipper you were at 5am. I miss how well I slept in your bed. I miss wearing your old t-shirts to bed, even though you wanted to me to wear something else, or nothing at all. I miss how much you wanted me, all the time. I miss hearing you say, "there's something upstairs I want to show you". I miss you calling me your best girl. I miss how jealous Hera was of me. I miss watching the food network with you. I miss how clingy I started to get when I knew you were going to leave soon. I miss how you were up for any adventure. I miss going out dancing to syndrome. Or getting all dressed up for weddings. I miss helping you shop for clothes or shoes. I miss the projects that we embarked on. I miss how wonderfully excited you got about things. I miss the way your face looks when I'm looking at it from underneath. It looks kind. I miss how you would text me kisses randomly. I miss texting random quotes to you. I miss you showing me every College Humor video you could find. I miss that first date at LaRonde where we talked so much my throat was hoarse by the end of the day. I miss the first Christmas together, when you took me to see the nutcracker. I miss all the romantic dinners you made me. I miss dressing up as different characters for you, and how exciting it was. I miss our sex. I miss how you kept me in check. I miss wrestling on your bed for fun. I miss when you would plop on the couch and open your arms and wait for me. I miss when you said, "Hey, sexy!" I miss that time you came all the way out to the bus stop when it was pouring rain to give me an umbrella and walk me home. I miss that time I missed your stop and called you from a bus stop crawling with bugs. I miss the terrible snowstorm that we trekked through just to see each other. I miss the second one, too. I miss your leather jacket with the hoodie sticking out. I miss your hoodies - the big yellow one and red one. I miss how hard you worked to learn the thriller dance. I miss how dedicated you were to working out. I miss how you'd clean the whole house when I was coming over, even though I told you I didn't care. I miss the look on your face at Christmas when I tossed over that chunk of meat and you knew I'd bought you a meat slicer. I miss searching all over the city for that meat slicer. I miss how I thought, despite it all, that you'd make a great dad, and you would love your kids unconditionally.I miss how you shopped for groceries with the damn catalog. I miss how you sat at your computer with a cup of coffee in the mornings, while I watched you from the bed. I miss how you did little dances when you got out of the shower. I miss how you pointed to my chest and said, "boobies!". I miss slow dancing with you. I miss being able to tell you how much I love you. I miss how well you got along with your brother, and how much you did for your family. I miss your bachelor chow and your cauliflower casserole and your stuffed peppers. I miss your teddy bear, Radar. I miss how you always gave my teddy bear a kiss and whispered in his ear. I miss how proud you were of yourself when we had sex standing up. I miss that time we had sex in the kitchen. I miss your 30th birthday party. I miss having to take care of you because you got too drunk. I miss how you were always proud to have me on your arm. I miss the whole ordeal you went through to get to my grandfather's shiva. I miss making you a huge steak dinner when I was house sitting, because I finally could. I miss how much you love steak. I even miss how much you love beer, even though I hated it. I miss how cute and paranoid you are when you're stoned. I miss that time you were on Ex. I miss how terrible you were at singing. I miss how you saw spider-man 3 twice for me. I miss that time I had to leave the theater because I am Legend was too scary. I miss how much you like scary movies. I miss how you told me you loved me everyday, and I knew it was true. I miss how you made the hours fly by when I worked in the lab and hated it. I miss how bloody strong your work ethic is. I don't miss how you always say CEGEPt. I miss that time we went to Super Sex and you kept calling it the Best Night Ever. I miss having you call me your girlfriend. I miss taking the train with you to Toronto and having a blast. I miss how much you liked music I couldn't stand. I miss making you things. I miss when you bought me Kushiel's Mercy for no other reason than that you knew I wanted it. I miss how you held me if I was upset. I miss how you waited for me to say "I love you first" while we were sitting on the couch. I miss that time justin walked in on us and he had no idea. I miss making plans with you. I miss how you would plan what you were going to do if you won the lottery.

I miss you.

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