I just. I just fucking miss him and it hurts.
We were supposed to be married in less than a year. I was planning our wedding less than a month ago. I miss him. I miss hearing his voice, I miss hanging out every night, I miss the way he smells. I miss making him laugh so hard he’s screaming. I miss holding his hand. I miss the way he’d hold me when I’m upset and the way he’d tell me everything was going to be okay. I miss kissing him goodnight. I miss watching terrible shows. I miss running my hands through his hair. I miss the way he’d rub my head and get my hair all tangled. I miss hearing him recording music. I miss telling him not to bite his nails. I miss all of our inside jokes. I miss reminding him to take a lactose pill before eating dairy. I miss cooking for us. I miss the way you say I love you. I miss our team. I miss my best friend. I miss you so much.
