I Miss

    I miss the way your fingers would tap whatever surface you were leaning on when you began to think deeply.

    I miss the way you would hold my hand, the way it felt like you thought you’d lose me if you let go.

    I miss the catch in your throat that came just before a thought that wasn’t properly thought out.

    I miss the way the food would fall out of your mouth when you ate because it always made me laugh.

    I miss the way you would message me out of the blue saying you loved me, not because I liked it or needed to hear it, but because you liked it and needed to say it.

    I miss the way you would ask if I wanted to see you, because of course I did, and of course I do.

    I miss the way we would both pass and waste time listening to music in your car, the way you’d lean your head, and sometimes your body on mine.

    I miss the way we raced our remote control cars in the burning heat for spontaneous fun.

    I miss the way we complained together about our respective problems.

    I miss the way your hugs would feel so urgent, like you needed my warmth or my closeness and affection.

    I miss the way you needed to be near me at all times, as if we were bound together and we would break if we parted.

    I miss the way you would always come to me first if you needed anything, including advice, opinions, or help.

    I miss the way I could see you anytime.

    I miss the way you would agree to watch movies with me and then fall asleep beside me when it got too much.

    I miss being able to make memories with you.

    I miss being around you.

    I miss those early days because it was all new again and yet so familiar.

    I miss being needed.

    I miss being your friend.

    I miss being wanted.

    I miss being around you.

    I miss being there.

    I miss being your friend.

    I miss you.

Signed,

Elijah.

Meta Sentience.

01/05/2022