I miss the hours we spent staying up talking way later than we should have. Knowing if our parents heard us we would be dead. I miss watching you laugh at the stupidest movies. I miss your voice calming me in the midst of an anxiety attack. I miss fighting over each other's coffee in the mornings after only getting three hours of sleep. I miss spending hours upon hours talking about our favorite things. I miss learning about all your quirks. I miss your smile. I miss your jean jacket and your hugs. I miss your cheesy texts and your hatred of Snapchat filters. But most of all, I miss hearing you say my name and the way my heart jumped when I saw your face. I miss you more than I could ever tell you.