you do something to me that i can't explain

dear trevor,

i miss everything about our relationship.  i miss the long-winded conversations over miller lite at the friday fish fry.  i miss the pre-basketball game dinners at turner hall.  i miss hearing about your day at work and what your boss thinks about the team this year and what your colleagues did over the weekend.  i miss the "let's be low key" nights that turned into something not-so-low-key, like the time we went for a stroll along the lake and ended up downing tequila and shakin' our groove thangs at that military wedding reception.  

i miss roaming about the east side at four in the morning and eating chinese takeout on the curb.  i miss admiring the newly fallen snow and then frantically digging our cars out of snowbanks before the tow truck arrives.  i miss sunday hangover breakfasts where all we can handle is black coffee and toast.  i miss your insane knowledge of all things related to the minnesota golden gophers, even though you're from wisconsin.  i miss being the one you call with good news and bad, the one you ask for advice and the one you hold.  

i miss your confidence, your smile, and the way you look in a t-shirt and jeans.  i miss you twirling my hair, kissing my forehead and tracing my skin with your fingertips.  i miss you knowing how i'll react before i do.  

most of all, though, i miss knowing you're there for me.

all my love, 

the girl who is over being "on a break"

This post's title taken from:  Incubus