It's the little things I miss, it really is.
How you asked me questions,
So we could be closer.
How you would put your arm around my waist,
Your soft expression on your face.
And how we would hold hands until it gets sweaty,
How it took me hours just to get ready.

It's the little things I miss, it really is.
How we would cook from a box,
Never noticing the clock.
How we would play basketball till' your Mom got mad,
And how you would talk me through it when I was starting to feel sad.
Late night talks, until we started to see the sun rise.
Never getting tired about why we love those certain guys.

It's the little things I miss, it really is.
How I knew I would always see you the next day,
Never imagining you would be so damn far away.
Jumping on you and throwing a couple punches,
Laughing till' we choked on our foods on those many lunches.
Walking in the hot sun after a mile from PE
Going to lunch sitting under our tree.

It's the little things I miss, it really is.
The sweet and fresh smell of hand made food.
Going out and riding motorcycles whenever we could.
Sitting around playing cards on the hot summer day.
Listening you talk in Viet, not sure of what to say.
Talking with my Grandma about how she is going to miss me.
Walking on the dirt roads with my little cousin on our bare feet.

It's the little things I miss, it really is.
Not having to face the problems in the world.
When it wouldn't be embarrassing when I could dance and twirl.
Blowing bubbles while soaking in the bath tub.
Being afraid of the teachers and subs.
Not having to miss what is never going to come back.
And not having to always keep track.

It's the little things I miss, it really is.
No more crying about the little things that I miss.
Because I must confess,
It is everything that I miss..