I miss her so much it feels like my love is crushing me, it’s making me sick. I miss her sm, I love her sm, everything reminds me of her. I hated her when I first meet her…her round cheeks, sunken eyes and crooked teeth. But overtime I wanted to caress that face, peck her eyes then lean in for a smooch from that sweet mouth that smelt like cigarettes. I didn’t even notice when I started to fall so hard, but now she’s gone and I realize all these feelings are so strong. I miss her. Her voice she made overpitched was kinda loud but it was HER voice, her thoughts and opinions or her sweet words like “I love you.” I wanna hear it again, even if it meant crying and falling inlove all over again. “I love you,” sounds like a dream now. I love you. I love you. I want to hear her repeating that to me while hugging me again, holding me like I’m something special. I look at the pictures he took and that’s where I look happiest, with her.