I miss those late night conversations with you, the ones were we would tell each other that we had to go to sleep, but end up talking hours on end. They would end, with arguments about who loved who more. You would tell me you love me more, I’d tell you I love you most. I miss those, silly arguments and how you made fun of everything I did but in the end tell me that I was beautiful and you were only kidding. I miss having someone there for me NO matter what, no questions asked. Happy, sad, angry, silly, crazy. Anytime anywhere you were there to talk. I miss having that support. I miss having someone tell me they loved me, every morning every night. I miss getting good morning and goodnight texts. I miss being called baby. I missed that I was totally myself when I talked to you. I miss talking about what are life was going to be like, i miss talking about the names of our kids, we were were going to live, our first daughter was going to be named brooklyn, see i laugh at this now. But i was so serious at the time. Funny how life is. I missed having the worlds best guy in my life. The thing I miss most is you on general. Wanna know the silly part? This was in 8th grade. It didn’t mean anything. At all, in fact I doubt you even remember half the stuff I remember. Wanna know another funny part? We told each other we’d be together right now. Guess what? We ate stranger. I don’t think I have talked to you since we broke up. It’s all silly. Really is.