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I miss the way he used to poke me repeatedly, shouting 'JENJEN JENJEN JENJEN!' whenever he wanted to get my attention. He always got it.
I miss the way he smiled while he was asleep, and we'd joke that it was a poky safety mechanism, to make him look too cute to wake up in the morning. It worked well.
And when I opened the curtains in the morning, he'd do the saddest squinty face i've ever seen, it made me feel guilty.
I miss the way he would do always do those little parts of cooking that I didn't like, like chopping the onions, and washing the vegetables. Now i'm gonna have to do that for myself :(
I miss threatening him that i'd take him back to the poky shop every time he did something bad. And when he did something cute, I bought him vegan sweets and stuff, which were of course 'poky treats'.
He used to do the cutest faces when he played the guitar. And he'd be embarassed at playing in front of me, especially when I took photos and videos, which was a lot.
He always complained that I was taking up too much of the bed because I curled up into a ball, so he got his space back by lying on top of me. It feels so wrong to have all the space I wan't now, I wish I didn't :(
Whenever we were walking along together, if I stopped holding his hand for whatever reason, he'd wander about in the wrong direction, as if he were lost without me & couldn't find his way around alone. That's how I feel now. I don't know what to do or where to go without him.
Any time I was at the computer on my desk chair & he wanted attention, he'd grab the back of the chair and wheel me away to the other side of the room...then got carried away and wheeled me all over the place & pushed me about laughing. Every time.
I miss how he always used to break or lose his glasses. It was particularly cute, in a pathetic kinda way, when he put them in his back pocket and sat on them.
I miss having someone to help me clean out the mouse cage, to hold the mice while I throw out the old sawdust and everything. It's difficult now.
I miss how every time i went to the toilet, he'd change the music I had on, and pretend he hadn't done anything, and look all innocent when i got back.
I miss singing 'lie lie lie' with him, and changing the words to 'meow meow meow'.
I miss sticking our tongues out at eachother, like kids.
And I miss trying to stick our tongues out at the other person while they were looking another direction, then looking all innocent when they saw it out of the corner of their eye and turned back. We did the same with poking.
I miss the way he used to sing along to every song, doing these cute facial expressions, despite being really tone deaf and me getting annoyed that he was 'ruining' my songs. He just kept going & pretended to serrenade me & sometimes changed the words so it was like 'I love you...Jenjen' or whatever.
I miss the little pile of mess he left beside the bed. Some of it's stil there; the old water bottles & the broken headphones, I don't dare move it. But the pyjamas are gone, which were the best part because they showed he was coming back to sleep over sometime. But this time he's not.
I miss the way he used to try and ruin my cute couple pictures by doing silly faces or licking my face.
like this:
But I always eventually got a good photo
xx
I miss the way he smiled while he was asleep, and we'd joke that it was a poky safety mechanism, to make him look too cute to wake up in the morning. It worked well.
And when I opened the curtains in the morning, he'd do the saddest squinty face i've ever seen, it made me feel guilty.
I miss the way he would do always do those little parts of cooking that I didn't like, like chopping the onions, and washing the vegetables. Now i'm gonna have to do that for myself :(
I miss threatening him that i'd take him back to the poky shop every time he did something bad. And when he did something cute, I bought him vegan sweets and stuff, which were of course 'poky treats'.
He used to do the cutest faces when he played the guitar. And he'd be embarassed at playing in front of me, especially when I took photos and videos, which was a lot.
He always complained that I was taking up too much of the bed because I curled up into a ball, so he got his space back by lying on top of me. It feels so wrong to have all the space I wan't now, I wish I didn't :(
Whenever we were walking along together, if I stopped holding his hand for whatever reason, he'd wander about in the wrong direction, as if he were lost without me & couldn't find his way around alone. That's how I feel now. I don't know what to do or where to go without him.
Any time I was at the computer on my desk chair & he wanted attention, he'd grab the back of the chair and wheel me away to the other side of the room...then got carried away and wheeled me all over the place & pushed me about laughing. Every time.
I miss how he always used to break or lose his glasses. It was particularly cute, in a pathetic kinda way, when he put them in his back pocket and sat on them.
I miss having someone to help me clean out the mouse cage, to hold the mice while I throw out the old sawdust and everything. It's difficult now.
I miss how every time i went to the toilet, he'd change the music I had on, and pretend he hadn't done anything, and look all innocent when i got back.
I miss singing 'lie lie lie' with him, and changing the words to 'meow meow meow'.
I miss sticking our tongues out at eachother, like kids.
And I miss trying to stick our tongues out at the other person while they were looking another direction, then looking all innocent when they saw it out of the corner of their eye and turned back. We did the same with poking.
I miss the way he used to sing along to every song, doing these cute facial expressions, despite being really tone deaf and me getting annoyed that he was 'ruining' my songs. He just kept going & pretended to serrenade me & sometimes changed the words so it was like 'I love you...Jenjen' or whatever.
I miss the little pile of mess he left beside the bed. Some of it's stil there; the old water bottles & the broken headphones, I don't dare move it. But the pyjamas are gone, which were the best part because they showed he was coming back to sleep over sometime. But this time he's not.
I miss the way he used to try and ruin my cute couple pictures by doing silly faces or licking my face.
like this:
But I always eventually got a good photo
xx