What I Miss the Most

I kept thinking about the about all the cool things we used to do. I kept missing you.

I miss going to zoos and gushing over red pandas for hours.
I miss being the big spoon that kept you safe when we slept.
I miss living with you and watching Bones every night.
I miss playing My Cows and the License Plate Game (we still don't have Hawaii).
I miss our long walks.
I miss our car trips.
I miss the feel of the promise ring you gave me that never left my finger.
I miss the stoplight kisses.
I miss our plans of the future.
I miss our late night excursions to McDonald's.
I miss those beautiful lips.
I miss cuddling Cinnamon together.
I miss making everything a plural word and talking in baby voices.
I miss being called Honey Bear. A lot.
I miss our inside jokes so much.
I miss collecting your belly button fuzzies.
I miss helping you with problems.
I miss the times we got to truly be ourselves.
I miss the security and support I got when I needed it most.
I miss hearing about your day and what you hope to accomplish in life.
I miss your random facts and plethora of knowledge.
I miss the way we held hands.
I miss having someone who always understood me.
I miss giving you huge hugs and kissing your chest.
I miss taking care of you and always coming up with creative ways to feed you.
I miss our adventures.
I miss how we slept on a queen but cuddled so close we only used half the bed.
I miss sharing our love of really cute things from Reddit.
I miss the feeling of being complete.

I kept thinking about the about all the cool things we used to do. I kept thinking it was me missing you. But it wasn't. I miss the stuff we used to do. I don't miss you. I don't want to.