I Miss the Little Things...

I miss how you would never tell me how a movie ended even though you knew, and the way you would rub my back when I rolled over in my sleep, and laying with you half awake and half asleep in bed Sunday mornings, and the way you finally opened up to me, and I miss just being with you.
I miss how you’d kiss me, and how I slept with my head in your lap as you drove, and your passion for life, and loving you, and I miss your family.
I miss going to the grocery store with you, and how you would listen to me talk about nothing at all, and explaining during the commercial breaks what the news story meant, and our private jokes, and I miss being your little girl.
I miss getting your calls at 2 or 3 in the morning which would piss off my roommate, and gossiping about everything, and trying to impress you, and how you were always a source of strength for me, and I miss your advice.
I miss how you had a strong opinion about everything, and how we would argue about politics, and your crappy car you loved so much you would use a Club, and how old fashion you were, and I miss you confidence.
I miss your lame jokes, and your spontaneity, and how you really cared for me at a time when I really needed it, and the stupid girls you date, and I miss being your “roommate”.
I miss talking to you like everyday, and how you help me with boy problems, and your A&F good looks, and how you make me laugh, and I miss what you call soda.
I miss your pride, and your religious convictions, and your tolerance, and how talented you were, and I miss being your friend.