In my solitude, I miss her.
I miss her witty jokes, I miss her sarcasm and humour.
I miss her playfulness but yet being serious.
I miss opening up completely and talking about our deepest thoughts and secrets.
I miss the companionship and compassion we had for each other.
I miss watching tv shows and doing other activities together.
I miss the long conversations.
I miss the brief texts.
I miss being wanted.
It feels really good thinking about her. Visualising her smile.
I miss having her as my best friend.