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you know what? i miss you. i miss super smash brothers at 2 am     and pokemon at culvers after orchestra concerts. i miss losing to you at tennis     and beating you at chess. i miss our inside jokes     and your laugh     and your singing voice. i miss your dog     and your mother     and your little sister. i miss the three-hour phone calls     about school     and w.i.t.c.h.     and crushes. i miss sitting next to you     both our computers on     screaming at meerca chase     and instant messaging so our parents couldn't hear. but most of all     i miss you actually talking to me.

She loves the way her hair falls in globs, not tendrils. She loves the way her hair doesn't fall, it floats. She loves the way she dresses in pink. She loves the way she dresses with her eyes closed. She loves the way she squeaks when she's startled. She loves the way she hisses when she's hugged. She loves the way her eyes light up when she's asked about the significance of her research. She loves the way her eyes darken when she's asked about the meaning of her lyrics. She loves the way she's painfully straightedge. She loves the way she pushes her over that edge. She loves the way she thinks with her brain. She loves the way she leads with