I miss the days when I knew that if everything was err wrong, you were always there to help me get back on my feet. I miss the days when you actually made an effort to talk to me and care for me. I miss the long phone calls in the summer. I miss the days when nothing else mattered except for us being happy. I miss the days when I could tell you anything and know that it was safe with you and I could vent to you about anything. I miss the days when we knew everything about each other. But most of all I miss you, I miss us.