I miss the way you sound when your tired. I miss the way I'd have to fix your hair, because you didn't care. You never cared how you looked when it wasn't anything important. I miss the way you never yelled at me but only corrected me, respectfully. I miss everything about you from your hair, to your body, to your face, all of it to your personality. I miss your dumb jokes. And I miss the way you loved the things about me that I hate about myself. I miss you and everything about you.