I Miss....
I miss the way we laughed together, the way you held my hand when i didn't feel good, i miss you.
I miss seeing your face in the morning, i miss getting on the rusty old school bus with you, i miss you.
I miss the simple times, before you got cancer, and left.
I miss hearing your voice. Its been so long, i don't even think i remember the way you spoke. I know you sounded so elegant though.
I miss the stupid things, like fighting over the remote, or who road shot-gun.
I miss you, all the time, with all my heart.
I've missed you, every day, for the last five years.
I miss having a big brother. And i miss telling him, "i love you".
To: Tyler
From: Alyssa
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