I miss you calling me out on my shit.
I miss you telling me "you hurt my feelings when you....."
I miss you answering your phone.
I miss you coming over, leaving and then finding half drank soda cans around the house.
I miss you arguing with me that you always drink all your soda.
I miss you laying on the love seat taking a nap with your bald head.
I miss you laughing at Asa.
I miss you laughing at Valentina.
I miss meeting your eyes and knowing exactly what you're thinking.
I miss us looking at each other and mom saying "oh, I know you guys are making fun of me. What did I do now?"
I miss giggling with you.
I miss us telling stories about growing up and having two totally views and versions of it.
I miss getting manic with you.
I miss our evening phone calls.
I miss our lunches.
I miss us watching tv over the phone together.
I miss talking to you about tv shows.
I miss you telling me about shows that you watch that I didn't.
I miss you posting on your blog.
I miss seeing your posts on Facebook.
I miss you telling me about a book you read.
I miss watching movies with you.
I miss us always vowing to see every movie nominated for Best Picture Oscar before the Oscars but never following through.
I miss us picking only the movies we had seen to win Oscars.
I miss us talking about the perils about bipolar.
I miss answering the phone and you being on the other end.
I miss the phone ringing and knowing why you were calling before I even answered.
I miss our psychiatrist appointments together.
I miss complaining about you to mom.
I miss the three of us complaining about each other.
I miss telling you secrets and then having you blurt them out, forgetting they were a secret.
I miss absolutely every thing about you.
I miss you.