Every Little Thing

She was so beautiful. Everything about her was magnificent. Her hair was like the sunset. Her eyes were as green as peridot. Her lips were red like strawberries, and were so warm they could melt chocolate. I was in love with everything she did. The way she rolled over in the morning because she didn't want to get up. The sound she made when she sneezed. The way she dotted her i's and crossed her t's. The face she made when she was concentrating really hard on something. The way she laughed whenever I tickled her. She was always dedicated to what she was doing. She always knew what she wanted, whether she said it or not. She always knew that all I ever wanted was her, and no one else. I knew everything about her. I knew how she liked her tea. I knew what size jeans she wore. I knew exactly what kind of tampons to get for her when it was the time of the month, I didn't mind. I literally did everything I could for her. I tried so hard to keep her happy, and I think for the most part I did the job. She was always smiling when she was with me. She had such a beautiful smile. I had always loved going shopping with her. I didn't mind going into the women's stores with her, holding all her bags for her while she tried things on. She could spend hours in one store, and I wouldn't mind. I loved watching her do things she loved. I wish I could still do that. But, she left me. She left everyone about a year ago. It still doesn't feel real. Everyone is still telling me to get over it, but it's hard. I really do miss her. I miss everything about her. There's not a day that goes by that I don't miss her. But, I know I'll see her again one day. I know one day, she'll be able to step up onto her tippie-toes and hug me again. She'll be able to attack my face in kisses again one day. I'll be able to tell her that I love her again. But, until then, I'll just keep remembering every little thing.