I'll never forget the way you smiled as we said our last goodbye.
I'll miss you.
I'll miss our late nights.
I'll miss our impromptu lunch dates.
I'll miss those crazy car rides.
I'll miss your scent.
I'll miss seeing your name appear on my phone.
I'll miss holding your hand.
I'll miss your kisses.
I'll miss cuddling with you.
I'll miss our silly conversations.
I'll miss how I feel when I'm with you.
I'll miss calling you your pet peeve.
I'll miss our stealth modes wherever, whenever.
I'll miss watching you inhale that last cigarette.
I'll miss that look on your face solely meant for me.
I'll miss our late nights.
I'll miss our impromptu lunch dates.
I'll miss those crazy car rides.
I'll miss your scent.
I'll miss seeing your name appear on my phone.
I'll miss holding your hand.
I'll miss your kisses.
I'll miss cuddling with you.
I'll miss our silly conversations.
I'll miss how I feel when I'm with you.
I'll miss calling you your pet peeve.
I'll miss our stealth modes wherever, whenever.
I'll miss watching you inhale that last cigarette.
I'll miss that look on your face solely meant for me.
Above all, weirdly,
I'll miss rummaging my fingers through your hair.
I'll miss rummaging my fingers through your hair.
And now, I'll just miss you because that's all I'm allowing myself to do.
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