I miss being able to just pick up the phone and call you to tell you something funny I witnessed. I miss your reactions. I miss hearing the slight crack in your voice and your perpetual cough. I miss the way you scrunched up your face in mock-anger when I did something stupid, but funny. I miss you calling me by the idiotic nicknames you had for me. I miss being able to steal your jokes and call them my own. I miss you getting pissed when you found out. I miss your Bohemia imitation. I miss you pushing me around like a rag doll. I miss getting irritated and screaming at you. I miss trying to make you laugh with my lameness. I miss seeing you crack a smile even through all the pain.
I miss you so bad.
