Little I miss yous.

There are some things that only your best friend understands. That statement is such a cliche, but the person that knows you inside and out really does enjoy hearing the little things. The little I miss yous. And you enjoy telling them. I find myself aching to send little I miss yous. Things so minuscule that only mean something to one other person. Triumphs, annoyances, and inside jokes that only the two of you understand.

I miss little I miss yous. Maybe the big ones, too.

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