The things I miss most

• your smile
• the way you took extra care to show me your love 
• your bad breath in the morning 
• waking up by you 
• always having someone to talk to 
• not being alone 
• you holding me, comforting me when I cried
• your kisses, soft and sweet 
• your laugh 
• the way you would celebrate the small stuff with me
• your ambition 
• your unceasing love 
• your hugs 
• your efforts to make me feel special 
• when we drove cross country, you never stopped touching me, even when I was asleep in the passenger seat 
• the way you talked about giving me the world
• the way you payed attention to what I wore, and my love for style
• the songs you would write me, or the things you would create for me
• working hard to provide for me
• the way you analyzed every form of media (there is so much out, that you have to be picky)
• your love for all wildlife 
• your love for learning 
• your love of my food (and all food) 
• your search for constant fun
• your ability to love everyone
• your tenderness 
• your efforts to speak my love language 
• your efforts to be so cautious and wise with our money
• your love for words, your big vocabulary 
• the letters you would send when we were apart 
• the way you would hold my hand in the car, as we drove