The thing about you is that you miss her
You miss the way her blond hair fell slowly off your fingers after you tucked them behind her ear
You miss the way she told people she was madly in love with you and that age was just a number
You miss the way she ran to you and hugged you so tightly when you got off planes
You miss the way she wasn't afraid to make sure you knew she loved you
You miss the way she isn't me
You miss the fact that she doesn't have brown hair like mine
You miss the fact that she didn't keep your love a secret like me
You miss the fact that she rode planes to see you and I just walked next door
And most importantly,
You miss the fact that she loved you more than you think I do
And you miss her
Even when you say you love me.
