I can boil every moment we ever spent together, every time I stormed over to your place crying over that chick, every time you told me one of your deep dark secrets, every bloody nose, bruised rib, cheer up song, long hug, passing out next to each other, sharing food, yelling, screaming, awkward run to your room naked, eventual not caring and strutting around naked while I shield my eyes, punch, kick, movie marathon on the couch, popcorn war, cross dressing, manicure/pedicure, late night out, all day in, and everything else in to 3 words.

I miss you Kyle.

You're my bestest brosky, and I just fucking miss you. I miss your gay gaying all over the place. You're the best friend I have and you being so damn far away gets to me. I know you're happy out there, but it doesn't stop me from missing you.

/venting