I miss our conversations. I miss laughing so hard with you that I cry. I miss seeing a man talk about things with so much emotion that he cries. You know that moment I knew I loved you? I miss that. This is so hard. Harder than anything I have ever done. The thing I miss the most? I miss the full conversation that occurred when I looked at you across a room regardless of who was in it and hearing and understanding the entire conversation without any words being exchanged. That I love you so much look.