I miss him. A lot.

I miss his laugh, I miss watching him eat, I miss his insights on things, I miss his hands, I miss his eye roll, I miss his smirk when he's right and I refuse to say I'm wrong, I miss his obsession with the gym, I miss play fighting with his BFF over time spent together, I miss complaining about life to him, I miss his silent ways, I miss the cuddles and nose rubs, I miss the smell of his beard. I fucking miss having him around.