I miss making paper aeroplanes with you at restaurants.
I miss actually talking to you.
I miss the night you grabbed me before i fell over.
I miss the night you called me ‘bec’ for the first time.
I miss the chubby looking ten-year-old who used to swim in my pool.
I miss our chinese restaurant nights.
I remember the night you stayed over.
I remember the morning you walked into our cabin & cooked us pancakes.
I remember the night you played your awesome old school music and let me sit next to you.
I remember our red faces when our parents used to joke about us dating.
I remember the time you stood on a ladder and almost had a heartattack
I love your laugh.
I love the way you laugh when your high on morphine.
I love the way you break the rules.
I love the way you drive, even if everyone thinks its horrible.
I love your facebook status’ :)
I am going to miss you when you graduate.
I wish i had the guts to actually say this to you.
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