"Why should you miss me? I'm not gone. I'm still right by your side."
But you're not, don't you see?
I miss the giggles echoing through my house at midnight because you loved to make Mummy laugh before the two of you went to sleep.
I miss the shape of your hand and the warmth it radiated when it held mine, your fingernails were the cutest things I had seen.
I miss the boredom in your eyes and how it disappeared every time they landed on me. You'd love running towards me and envelope those arms around me.
I miss sending you all those stupid selfies and you sending me all those annoying voice recordings, even when your voice was scratchy because you were sick.
I miss chasing you in that swimming pool as you screamed, and then telling you about the first time I fell in love. I still hope it won't be the last.
I also miss you missing me.
I wonder if you still miss me.
Till next time, ponyboy. Hope you're making some memories.
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The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows.
De TodoA collection of short stories and prose written by yours truly.