God I'm going to miss the grass. The way you can walk barefoot and it feels like a pillow. I'm going to miss the trees. The one we called the elder tree because it was the oldest one in our neighborhood. Sitting on the stump where they cut it down to cope with all the things in my life that felt like they were turning me into that stump. Small, lifeless. I'm going to miss the ocean. God I'm gonna miss the ocean. The smell of saltwater, the rain. The sand on my feet at night. And skating the boardwalk when the water was no longer warms as bathwater. I'm going to miss the people. The city here. The way you can't really see the stars because of the light pollution, and yet you can still see venus and mars. I'm going to miss wakinh up in the morning and going to school, walking her to class. Holding her hand. Being there. Holding her hand as long as possible as we walk away between bells. Her kiss. The way she tastes and the way her kiss feels like breathing air when I've been deprived of it. Her blonde hair and purple glasses. The way she somehow looks like a grown woman and a child all at once. Every look on her face. Every nervous tick. The sound of her voice and every little thing she says. The smell of Victoria's secret Tease perfume. The way her hair smells like strawberry/watermelon hubba bubba. God no amount of hubba bubba could ever make up for the scent of her hair, and all the little flyaways telling me she'd been in my arms. Everything she does feels like home. God I'm gonna miss her.
