Her

I miss the way she would doze off when she was thinking, i miss the way she would go big eyed whenever she was blanking on something, I miss the way she was drawing or making art she would look like a natural, i miss the way she would always keep one point of contact with me,  I miss how she would talk as if she was running out of time, i miss how we would listen to musicals and she would sing them word for word, i miss the way she would really listen to people talk and give them comfort that she would’ve always wanted, I miss the way her heart felt whenever we would hug, I miss her snarky remarks she would make whenever i got something wrong, I miss how sensitive she was and how much she understood herself, I miss how she would love her family and always show me photos of them, I miss the way she would try stuff on and show me like she was a  model, i miss the way she would sleep and push me all the way into a corner just so she could feel every part of me, i miss the way she was always herself and mever cared what others thought, i miss how trustworthy she was, I miss her soul and everything about her. I’m sorry that i had to much problems and had to let you go, i still love you and i wish you still loved me too.