The toe in the mouth, the fart jokes, the noises, how he makes me hiss but I refuse to admit he makes me hiss. At some point along the way I fell for him and rather than just say it and own those feelings I pushed him away.
i miss your voice. i miss the air around you, so sweet, as you walked by. i miss not being able to breathe when i saw you. i miss the way the colors seemed brighter when you came into a room. i miss you.