i miss you. i miss the your goofy crooked tooth smile, i miss how annoyed i’d get when you tickled me even though i tickled you first, i miss when you would hold me in your lap and slowly start to tilt forward so i’d fall, and then how you’d promise that “you had me.”
you really did always have me. you always pulled me back up.
i wish you were here to pull me out of this terrible hole of misery i’ve dug myself into.
it really is all my fault, isn’t it?
– m.s