I miss him

Me: So how's life?
Antonio: Good, you?
Me: It sucks,
Antonio: Why does life suck?
Me: Well...for one thing, you aren't in it

I got to walk home with my friend Antonio, I find it very easy to talk to him, no matter how much time passes between us. It's never awkward, I can look him in the eye with no hesitation. WhenIcan'tevendothatwithMichael.
The walk home from the bus stop is about fifteen minutes, those were the fastest fifteen minutes of my life. I shook hands with him when parting.
I miss him guys, I miss my muskiteer. Strange enough though, the waves of nostalgia haven't hit yet, I'm just sorta content.

^{Yes I took the liberty to guilt him a lil, but I only did that because I love him and I wanted him to know that his absence matters to me, okay?
Yes I'm selfish I know.}