Being pretty much alone during quarantine makes you stop and think about a lot of things. It brings about emotions that you had and feelings that you don’t want. But over the last few months, I’ve thought a lot about him. I miss him more than most people. His boyish grin and personality lights up a room. I miss his smiles. The one he gives you after a good joke, the giddy one he has before a pep rally, that shy smile that he gives when you take his picture, the one of pure pride when he gets a new pair of boots or he wins a race, this smile of pure contentment when he rests his head on his desk for a nap. His laugh is like the world’s prettiest country song and his eyes are this wonderful shade of hazel. The way his hair shifts when he’s listening to a good song, the way he argues when you insist that it’s blonde and not brown. I miss the way he would steal my phone when he didn’t have his, I miss running my hands through his hair as he half-heartedly tried to stop me. I miss the way that he would talk about his girlfriend as if she hung the stars and the moon in the sky. I miss him.