Written for you

I don't want to miss you, but I do. I miss having you around. You stayed a little too long for me to easily get rid of you. Stupid. 

I've always adore the fact that you're a thinker. How you think you over think and sometimes get worried about what you're thinking that it gets to your dreams at night. But do you know, you make me think. I miss thinking. I miss making sense and in fact using my common sense. Sometimes, you just like sharing what you've been thinking and although I don't want to listen to it, I still did. But I won't complain cause I enjoyed it. It made me think and sometimes hit me hard. 

I've always adore how you get mad and upset with me if I come with no updates. No stories to share. The fact that you will text me and say "takde updates ke?" Be it weekly or monthly. I love the rush and excitement when we have something to say. "omg! I got a story!!!" "Me too. I'll call you soon!" Those long paragraph-y texts. 

I miss your late night advices. When you scold me because of my decisions yet you still let me make my own. When you get frustrated yet you still forgive. I miss getting into trouble and you there to save me. 

But hey, look at you now. 

All grown up. Knowing what to do, what's right and wrong. Heading you're own way. 

Getting better each day... without me.