There will be many moments, many things I will miss.
There will be times when I would wish you are with me,
when I would wish you’d be there to hold my hand and just smile at me.
There will be times when I would feel the need to feel your arms wrapped safely around me after a long, hard day.
There will be paths that I would walk on and I would wish you’d walk on them with me.
There will be so many jokes that would crack me up but your laughter would not join mine.
There will be moments of success, of brilliant ideas and stupid thoughts… but you wouldn’t be there to exchange high fives with me.
There will be many moments, many things I will miss.
But now, I just miss you.
