I love the way you decorated with all my old things, and how you bought all my favorite incense. I love how two packs of cigarettes a day was never a turn off. I love how you mixed all my drinks, and didn’t let me off easy just for being a girl. I love the way you played me Jack Johnson, and when you where playing for other people… it was like our secret feel good song, and you would just smile at me until you stopped strumming. I love the advice you gave me; no matter how hard headed I am, I heard it all. I loved the night we watched the sunset and thought that everything around us was oh so surreal. I love that you poured your heart out over cups of Craken and Grand Theft Auto. I loved our dog, and how you’d say run to your mama and he would. I loved your cooking. I loved your bits of history knowledge that blew my mind. I loved the glow of the lights in your room, and how you always hated when I would step outside to take his calls. But I could never love you. And so i’ll miss you even more.