Dear Meliss

This hurts so much.

I miss the way you would hold my hand, in a very specific way.

I miss watching you cross the street, from my window, after you left to go to school and both of us knowing that we would look to each other and wave.

I miss your laugh and the way the pitch would increase.

I miss meeting you at the transit, so we could get lunch.

I miss everything.

I am so sorry.

I love you.

al