I miss the last few months. When times were easy and carefree. I miss the way we were somewhat friends. I miss the way you used to look at me, joke with me, make fun of me. I miss the way I felt the butterflies every time you look at me and believe me, that was a lot of butterflies - so many obvious butterflies. I miss the way you say my name, through all your nicknames, when you pretended to scold me, and when you just called my name and stared. I miss the way being near you just made everything seem so right. At peace, serene. I miss the way everyone saw us together, wanted us together, told us we were meant for each other. I miss the way I believe them. I miss the way I fell for you… hard. I fell so hard. I miss the way that when I looked at you, your eyes lit up and you smiled, really smiled at me. I miss the way you would make fun of me, and I would make fun of you. The way you acted all pissed and then started talking to me again like nothing happened. I miss the way being near you made me feel breathless, made my heart pound, made me feel happy. I miss the way things were between you and me. I miss you.