I miss his smile, the way he'd look away then look back at me and give me that oh so sweet smile. I miss his lips, how they'd curl up when he'd laugh and how they'd lay just perfectly on mine. I miss his touch and the way that his hands and arms would comfort me at any given moment. I miss his jokes and goofiness when we'd just sit and talk. I miss those nights when we'd stay up late talking about every and any thing, when we'd walk around in the freezing cold and then cuddle afterwards. I miss going on dates with him, holding his hands and in my head thanking god for him. I miss holding him close and not wanting to let go until I'd have enough, but I never did, it was like I was addicted to his presence. I miss arguing and at the end of the night kissing him so hard that it seemed as if all the arguing meant nothing because we loved each other. I miss holding his face as I kissed him, hearing his heartbeat while I'd lay on his chest in the train on our way back from church. I miss our little adventures and the cute things that we'd do for one another...but most importantly I miss him and having him close enough to touch. I miss my best friend, my love,...my boyfriend.