I miss

I miss everything.

I miss those endless 4-person sleepovers that cemented our souls together.
I miss drowning in a cup of tea.
I miss staying up for the wrong person, and never getting out of bed for the right one.
I miss talking trash about school and parentals and the bitch in 5th period.
I miss the world ending, and coming back to life.
I miss taquitos and their healing power.
I miss reading novels by moonlight while Paige was asleep.
I miss waking up with a purpose and drive.
I miss bailing out on parties and dates, because there would always be next week.
I miss ritualistic cafe con leches.
I miss the old starbucks, where I fell in love and had my first New Years kiss three days late.
I miss Tacomania.
I miss knowing without a doubt what i wanted most today, next week, and the rest of my life.
I miss complaining about how bad it was, and never knowing it would get worse.
I miss being sure of who I was.
I miss that car ride, that too loud music, my dad pretending he wasn't there.

I don't miss anyone.