I miss this

 I miss the autumn leaves that crackle under my step

I miss the late bonfires, with the smoke that we used to run from while whispering under our breath "I hate white rabbits"

I miss the chai lattes that would leave me sighing with delight

I miss the late mornings

I miss the stars in your eyes

I miss a smoked old-fashioned from Handsome Hog

I miss the Banh Mi Benedict from The French Hen

I miss Masterpiece on Sunday nights

I miss Tuesday nights 

I miss the fry bread tacos you used to make

I miss coffee with extra heavy cream

I miss your laughter

I miss Corona 

I miss Oakley

I miss the endless walks 

I miss the brickyard with its white sand and graffiti on the sandstone

I miss the stories you tell

I miss the quiet

I miss that Minnesotan accent

I miss Booyah ( back when my brother played hockey, was when I had my first taste of this midwestern concoction) 

I miss the pageant 

I miss looking at photo albums

I miss homework

I miss classrooms and lectures

I miss running late 

I miss waiting for you because of our Minnesotan goodbyes

I miss family dinners 

I miss movie nights

I miss Delilah on the late-night radio while we would drive home

I miss that anytime we heard Hallelujah we would say "This is the song from Shrek", and you would smile 

I miss Venice

I miss the way you looked at me

I miss bowling

I miss the time when I used to work for the hockey arena

I miss studying till 2 am

I miss brueggers bagels 

I miss caribou

I miss Christmas lights

I miss Sunday drives

I miss concerts

I miss Claddagh Coffee shop

I miss singing on the riverbank

I miss dancing like no one was watching

I miss  Zeus

I miss caring about you

I miss the letters you wrote

I miss driving 

I miss bartending at the American Legion

I miss Hudson

I miss teaching 

I miss the first times 

I miss the flowers you gave me

I miss the reckless nights

I miss you always being in my corner

I miss St.Peter

I miss the first time we met

I miss thinking you were out of my league, but you gave me a chance

I miss your hoodie 

I miss the day when you grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the science hall to show me your work, and your voice was filled with passion

I miss when I didn't hate you

I miss tea parties

I miss painting

I miss the wineries 

I miss when I didn't have to question you 

I miss when you could do no wrong

I miss you braiding my hair 

I miss when you did my make-up

I miss the Greys

I miss case day

I miss your southern drawl

I miss the chances I took

I miss waking up to you two on my bed, tails wagging

I miss Camp Saint Croix

I miss the spontaneous you

I miss your red hair

I miss the library 

I miss camping up north

I miss the Boy Scouts meetings

I miss JROTC

I miss sitting next to you

I miss the late nights talking to you

I miss dancing on tables

I miss crying hysterically

I miss us

I miss the summers when we would go to Grandma's cabin with the cousins

I miss learning how to play Texas Holdem with a priest

I miss watching Princess Bride with Remy

I miss the red mittens I will never receive again

I miss when we were considered the Three Musketeers 

I miss having you by my side

I miss thinking the best in you

I miss realizing that sometimes the fantasy is so much better than the reality

I miss the nicknames we would create for my crushes

I miss you saying "Isn't he on your list?" 

I miss the Chickens otherwise known as the Spice Girls

I miss Alice

I miss your truck

I miss the overlook

I miss the time when my touch almost made us lose control

I miss the mysteries

I miss the bus rides 

I miss homecoming 

I miss high school football on Friday nights

I miss cuddles 

I miss hugs

I miss you watching over me

I miss knowing you would be my savior 

I miss dive bars

I miss road trips

I miss bike rides and feeling my adrenaline rush, while having my hands go numb

I miss when I was the girl who taught you how to love once again 

I miss you telling me that I reminded me of your mom

I miss quesadillas 

I miss the surprise in your eyes when I gave you a Christmas gift

I miss Ali Baba's King of Gyros

I miss how excited you would get when you saw a picture of a Bernese Mountain Dog

I miss how you would tease me

I miss your smile

I miss the smell of you

I miss the drives we took with no destination in mind

I miss FTS

I miss St.Matthews

I miss Supernatural

I miss Homeroom

I miss when I would get on the bus, and you would always wave me back to sit by you

I miss Club Penguin

I miss Tomagochi's

I miss movie theatres

I miss the bacon butter burger from Culvers

I miss sleepovers at your house

I miss Christmas cookies 

I miss the fire

I miss the time you chased me on the playground and when I turned around your eyes lit up

I miss being your first choice

I miss when you used to read to us

I miss the picnics we had

I miss Master Kelly from the Soo Bahk Do classes we took

I miss the times I would sneak onto the ice before the hockey team would have practice

I miss the days when I didn't have to worry

I miss my old high school math teacher

I miss the musicals 

I miss dodgeball

I miss the community center

I miss Tomahawk

I miss when it was supposed to be You and I against the world

I miss the unkept promises

I miss Gilmore Girls

I miss being the cause of your smiles

I miss the I Love You

I miss Redbox

I miss when we used to use our imagination

I miss the Spiderwick Chronicles

I miss the talent show you never got to see

I miss the dates we never had

I miss the day you became jealous

I miss our conversations that only make sense to us

I miss dying my hair with kool aid

I miss 

I miss 

I miss

I miss

I miss this. . .