I don't miss him
I miss the cuddles
I miss the hugs
I miss giggling as he tickled me
I miss tickling him back even though he's immune
I miss him poking me in the beginning, the thing that made it obvious we liked each other
I miss not feeling alone against the world
I miss feeling like I had someone supporting and caring for me so I wasn't alone watching out for my friends
I miss feeling his chest move against my back as he breathed and I leaned against him at lunch
I miss him walking me to my classes
I miss him coming up behind me when I was at my locker and squeezing the sides of my stomach
I miss him persistently telling me to get off my phone and spend time with him
I miss the way he looked at me— his eyes bright and smiling
I miss the smile that was always on his lips whenever I talked about my day
I miss him telling me how pretty I was when I didn't have the confidence to think it for myself
I miss holding his hand in the hallway
I miss cuddling with him on Wednesday mornings and giving him an earbud so he can watch my latest binge with me, even if he doesn't know what's going on
I don't miss him
