I miss couch time and root beer floats and movie nights and hour-long showers and soft touchies and breakfast sandwiches. I miss your smile and your laugh and your stupid Phil Collins ring tone. I miss stealing the covers knowing you won't mind because your core body temp is about a thousand degrees. I miss your fish. I miss wandering around premium aquatics and giggling at Phineas & Ferb episodes even if the kids aren't around on a Saturday afternoon. I miss Little Ceasers Hot & Readies & Crazy Bread on the couch. I even miss listening to your talk radio stations while in the truck on the way to dinner or out to meet friends.
Hurry back.
I miss you.
Hurry back.
I miss you.
Stupid Afghanistan.
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