fly away with me

what song was it? the death cab for cutie track that played outside the bar as we walked to the parking lot.. we were both a little tipsy and all of a sudden we were dancing. dancing under the open sky in the light of an endless texas day. i never wanted to leave.

there were a lot of moments with you i never wanted to end.

from the very first, very awkward "you said you wanted me to be more sincere around you right? do you know why i take route to take you home?... so i could spend more time talking to you in the car..." to the last fantasy about following me wherever i went to nursing school so you could go to dental school right beside me--

it was a sweet one.

i miss you.

and breakfast at tiffany's.

i miss hearing you sing semi charmed kind of life

and "there goes my baabyy."

i miss the 1000 kisses on my forehead. and your conscious efforts to smile at me in the morning.

i miss your e-mails.

i miss your jokes.

i miss my graffiti-ed blue car, and your close-eyed smiles with their hidden meaning.

i miss doing our secret handshake even though i complained about how lame it was.

i miss the future we never had-- tee shirt - cupcake - and - hobobonobo night.

thirteen candles and honky tonkying. the austin and montana trips we never took.

i miss my first bouquet of wild flowers that you picked alongside preston road.

our first date of everything we craved, wine, candles and connect four.

i miss our anniversaries. every frivolous anniversary, even the ones that went wrong.

i miss your tattoos. your goatee. the chain i never saw you wear and the nitrogen tank that exploded.

i miss that feeling of anxiety as i walked up to your car the first night you came to pick me up.

your perfect lips.

marinara mondays, taco tuesdays, wild/wanton/wonton wednesdays, thin thursdays, and stirfridays.

your delicious tiramisu and the muffer pot which shall house mint one day.

i miss that day in fort worth where we spent such great lengths being utterly enraptured in the yodeling performance of those kids.

i miss dancing with you, whenever wherever. and running up to your place in legacy in anticipation of your hug.

i miss hearing you tell me stories-- including the ones i rudely interrupted.

i miss your voice. your sweet voice, your harsh voice, your r&b voice, and especially your lying-down-phone-voice.

i miss bonobo apologies.

i wish i could give you one right now.