I miss when you would put your arm around me and pull me closer to you in the middle of the night. You never knew but it always made me open my eyes. I miss the sound of you making coffee in the morning. Stumbling out of bed with the blanket wrapped around me, you'd look at me and crouch down to be at my level, and you'd scrunch your nose and make a grumpy face at me, trying to mimic the way I looked. You're the cutest. And then we'd argue over who's turn it was to make breakfast. I never realised how special Global news at 6 am would be to me. But it was. And those mornings with you will never compare to anyone else. And the next girlfriend you have will never know how important it all really is. Not like me. And it makes me sad. Such a waste.