I Miss The Making Of Our Memories.

Today, I am reminiscent.

I miss you.  

I miss our time together.  

I miss the making of our memories.

Your laugh accompanied by that incredible smile.  &Don't get me started with those beautiful blue eyes.

I miss the hours spent on your couch, I miss hikes, lounging by the pool, walks with Jack. I miss your genuine and warm company, your randomness, the deep laughter you'd create in me.  I miss how you'd push me to my boundaries and tell me, "if it doesn't challenge you it doesn't change you"... then I'd do my best to man up and not let you see the struggle to keep myself contained.  Whether it be controlling my breath so I don't pass out climbing a mountain side, or not screaming as that rush in my belly indicates the Jeep is about to tip, or I'm about to fly off the back of a jet ski..  My god, I miss you're smile, and you embrace.  

Just as I am missing you, I am missing a little bit of everyone.  Of every time period of my life. I miss being a child and jumping the fence to pet baby goats.  Of playing in the fields during recess.  I miss exploring everything, with everything being new and exciting.  I miss getting "drunk" from carbonated apple cider and struggling to stay awake until midnight for presents.  I miss being in sixth grade and feeling like the king of the world, the oldest kids in the school, the bosses of the playground.  I miss junior high and the need of independence, exclusivity, uniqueness and individuality that all of us struggled with and tolerated in one another.  I miss the freedom of being able to skip school and laugh, enjoy good company, make good memories.  I miss Friday nights with family.  I miss the boiling hot days, and hot nights all the same with Vallenatos, Cerveza, Merengue and Dominoes.  I miss granja's and arepa's, birthdays and stories of ancestors.  I miss hanging out with the gang in Kyndra's back yard, I miss partying at my first house with those who had previously abandoned me, then continued to do so again.  I miss hikes, river wading, moon watching, and swimming.  I miss the long nights at the bar, strolls the the golf course at midnight, rides through the canyon.  I miss dinner, and movies, holding hands, hugs, being heard and listened to.  I miss hookah and smoking pipe tobacco on the back porch.  I miss it all, I miss everyone.

I wish for once, .j.u.s.t. once, someone would stay in my life.  For god's sake, just stay.

I miss the making of memories.  Shared memories between you and I.  All of us.  Friends and family, and all of the people that I used to know.  I miss you.