I miss his hugs.
I miss the way his voice gets high when he laughs.
I miss the crinkles he gets in the corners of his eyes when he smiles.
I miss the one raised eyebrow he gets when I say something he thinks is dumb.
I miss his ability to follow my ridiculous jokes that don't make sense to anyone else. Also, our shared love for doing impressions of other people.
I miss his guitar. I miss his skateboard. I miss his crazy boot camp stories.
I miss his fashion sense. For real. The dude knows how to shop.
I miss his doodling and tattoo designs all over everything. I miss his insanely loud music and eclectic taste.
PS: Benjamin, I stole pictures off your Instagram for this post. Sorry. Not.