I miss how she would type "hillo" instead of an average cliché greeting. I miss how she would ask how I am, and make sure I was okay. A good okay. I miss how she would send me a variety of photos. You never knew what to expect. Would today be a goddess like selfie, or a photo almost as meme worthy as Dan Howell? I miss our spontaneous crafts and stories that we would start and never finish. I miss talking until it got dark, but her room doesn't have any lights, so we could only barely see each other. I miss how she would redecorate her room every other week. I miss all her posters and paintings that she made. I miss how upset she got when she noticed she misspelled something. I miss how she stared at her tapestry long enough to notice that the pattern wasn't consistent. I miss how she decorated every inch of her laptop in sharpie and sticker
Edit: 6 months later
I wrote this before she dumped me, which shows how sad and unhealthy our relationship actually was. I was never happy. I had moments of joy with her, but overall I was sad when I dated her. I don't miss her. Everything about her infuriates me now. It's funny how fast things can happen. I miss loving someone, but I don't miss her.
