Emma, I miss the days when we would talk and talk until we fell asleep.
Seeing you in spanish with the proudest smile.
The days were we talked until our teachers head turned red,

Her smile made me shrivel into a ball of happiness and joy.
But then tidal waves of sadness collapse on me when you’d talk about Ethan.
“Yeah he asked me to homecoming, and I had to say yes.”
I wanted to do that

Her personality, joyous, happy, and the nicest compact in her tiny body.
She was only 5’11 but my love for her was to the stars.
But, she didn’t feel the same way.