So young

I was young and he was charming. He made me laugh and irritated me just enough that I wanted to tell him, everyday, for the rest of my life. The problem is now I can say it all I want. I can scream it at the stars and cry until I can't breathe but what I want is for him to irritate me and make me laugh. I want to tell him I love him and I want him to tell  me he loves me. We were so young. So young and lucky to have what we had. So I cry and I tell him I love him and miss him and that he's a jerk for leaving me. He doesn't argue with me anymore, he doesn't wipe away the tears and tell me he misses me too and that he loves me. I miss the arguing.