No matter how hard I pretend, I still miss you. I miss waking up to your texts. And waiting for your goodnight message. I miss your goofy jokes and your warm laughter. I miss having you at the end of a hard day. And talking to you and sharing every little thing. I miss your voice, your smile, that twinkle in your eyes. I miss fighting with you and then cuddling up to you. But most of all, I miss calling you mine.