I miss him. I miss the way we used to talk. I miss the way he

I miss him.
I miss the way we used to talk.
I miss the way he gave me butterflies.
I miss the way he used to talk me out of doing stupid things.
I miss the way  I could trust him with everything.
I miss the way he gave me advice.
Even though he's not gone I've lost him. He hates me and he barley talks to me. I miss him so much and it hurts.