All the Little Things

I miss all the little things. I miss the way PF Changs smelled in our little apartment and the way the city looked through the bare trees. I miss the smell of the city after the rain and the 45 minute drive to my grandparents. I miss the Pearl and watching movies every night. I miss waking up next to you and sleeping in. I miss the Saturday errands and BJ's at Jantzen Beach. I miss Mexico in Seattle and weekend trips to Medford. I miss curling up on that old sofa and taking a nap in your arms and lunch on the sidewalk at Macaroni Grill. I miss you being there to hold me when I cry and meeting you for lunch. I miss going to movies and breakfast at Starbux. I miss the evening walks and drives to Burgerville. I miss Red Robin.

I miss the sunsets and the family dinners in Salem. I miss the cold, the blankets and the heaters. I miss the pictures of Paris and the feeling of home. I miss my pink Kitchen aid mixer and doing my own laundry. I miss us, the inside jokes, the easy communication with no words at all. I miss you knowing exactly what I need and knowing that at the end of the day, I can come home to you. I miss knowing that no matter how horrible my day is, I won't be alone. I miss all of it, and I miss you every single day.

And never have I felt so alone, lost and torn apart as I do now. And suddenly this city I thought I loved so much is nothing like the home I need now. There are so many little things I miss, so many little things that I never thought I needed that turned out to be the only things that makes life worthwhile.