Sherlock,
I miss our long talks on the phone.
I miss how we used to cry every once in a while after not really speaking about what was going on.
I miss how we would get stoked everytime we saw each other.
I miss how I used to wake you up in the mornings during school.
I miss listening to you sing and I miss getting yelled at everytime I hit the stool in your bathroom at 2am.
I miss talking about boys.
I miss our not-so-sappy lives.
I miss how everything was so unique.
I miss cutting your hair in the church bathroom.
I miss being grumpy and having you tell me to suck it up.
I miss thrift shopping.
I miss that amazing lady who kept her store open for us.
I miss trying on hillarious dresses.
I miss your dance recitals.
I miss you needing me.
I miss talking to you until we were both too tired to talk anymore.
I miss falling asleep to your corn breathe.
I miss you.

I know that God is taking care of you.
I know that you have a boyfriend who loves you and friends that you go to concerts with.
I know that you have people to call and work to go to.
I know that you are having fun.
But...I wish you would call me when you wanted to cry.
I wish that I was the phonecall you'd make when you were frusterated.
I wish you still needed me.

I miss you.
I wish you here.
I know you love me.
But...I miss you.