I miss . . . .

I miss so much that had become my life for so long. I miss the inside jokes. I miss the evenings playing wii. I miss cooking dinner together. I miss the impromtu water fights in the kitchen. I miss so many of the very small simple things. People keep saying I will heal, get over, etc . . . however, it isn't healing, and I don't want it to heal. I want all the happy, good, loving moments to be again . . . I want new memories of releasing butterflies, cooking dinner, sitting on the back porch, playing ball with Bug, cleaning the house together, sitting next to each other in church, holding hand, the one look only we can give each other, the evening walks, the talks that last for hours and hours on end . . . . I want it all back. I miss staring at you in awe! I miss hanging on every word. I miss hugging you. I miss my partner. I miss reviewing the day, what went well and what could be improved upon. I miss my best friend. I miss you, Danny.