I miss our long conversations over absolutely nothing at all. I miss your laugh. I miss your love of butter and all things pineapple. I miss our mutual crush on Nick Hexum. I miss debating over his orientation. I miss being called Ison. I miss being able to talk anything out with you. I miss wandering around with you at lunch. I miss all the things that only you understood. I miss almost being able to be talked into giving you my tank top.
I just miss you, and I hate you for making me miss you!
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