Dear A,
It has been awhile since the trip and I miss it. I miss the atmosphere of the city life. I miss the snow. I miss looking out the window and seeing the unrealistic-looking mountains in the background. I miss the smell of the cattle show. I miss shopping at the trade center. I miss the people I surronded myself with. I miss all the laughs that was shared. But most importantly, I miss you. I miss doubling over in laughter at the stupidest of things. I miss you trying to teach me how to eat "formally" at the dinner. I miss the way we sang along to a variety of songs. I miss throwing our arms up in the air and dancing without a care in the world. I miss the way we got overly competitive about bowling. I miss the way your arms wrapped around me when we danced to Tim McGraw. I miss your sense of style. I miss the smell of you cologne. Damn how I miss you.
Love,
D
