I miss everything so much.
I miss him.
I miss my long hair.
I miss the beach.
I miss holding his hand.
I miss my old bestfriend.
I miss sharing different types of coffee with her.
I miss the stories she wrote me.
I miss the demented doodles she made me during class
I miss the way he thought my writing was the most precious thing in the world.
I miss the way he apologized about everything except for breaking my heart.
I miss the way I used to get excited for the little things.
I miss wearing dresses and feeling pretty.
I miss having real conversations with people who genuinely cared about me.
I miss sharing my music with him.
I miss his hugs.
I miss the way he listened to everything I said as if everything that came out of my mouth was important.
I miss the person I used to be.
I miss Oregon.
and I miss California even more.
I miss the plans we made but too bad we didn't make it that far.