its just one of those nights where i miss you so much it hurts. i’m mad that your life ended this way, in such a preventable way. but i’m more mad at the fact that i won’t get another conversation with you. another music battle where we try to outdo each other with hipster bands and we both pretend that we know every single band but its really because we’re both too stubborn. i miss your hugs and the way you would dance. i miss your eyes; i never got the chance to figure out what color they were. i miss knowing that i would see you at the next mixer, and you would be wearing your dorky glasses and vans. i want one more hug, one more laugh, one more smile.