I think I miss you; your memory, the things you say and do, your voice. I wonder if there's someone out there with your laugh.
I don't think about you that much, but every so often you pop into my mind and I allow myself to remember that good part of my life; not just because of you, but what your entire presence symbolized. A much more carefree, less stressful time when I still had a handfull of hope and optimism about everything.
I think most of all, I just miss the way you made me feel.