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I miss his jokes that I don't understand.

I miss his eyes. Those beautiful, beautiful eyes. 

I miss him knowing I'm not as smart as him, but him joking about it anyway.

I miss him thinking I was amazing. 

I miss him talking about how him and I needed to talk more. 

I miss him being here.

I miss him updating me on his life and new school.

I miss him ranting about things while I pretended to know what he was talking about. 

I miss kissing him. 

I miss four on a couch. 

I miss holding his hand and complaining about our hands getting sweaty which only made him grip my hand tighter.

"That's my girl."

I miss him singing off pitch to dr horrible with me. 

I miss the references I will never understand. 

I miss the feeling I had when I was with him. 

I miss him.