Did I tell you all those times how much I loved you? For a time I don't think I even knew, but my fondest hope is that you saw through me like even I couldn't.
When I look back through all the pictures, there are so many things I don't know how I missed, like that tired look that came over you years ago. We justified in so many ways, we didn't want you to be sick, but more importantly, I don't know how I missed the love in those eyes. I hope that love means you felt how my heart didn't know quite how to express itself. You were never as snuggly as Zoey, but I miss those nights when you would throw my blankets off to cover yourself, or stubbornly refuse to move so I could lie down. I wish you were here to give me that look like asking you to get down from the couch made me the most heinous of fiends to ever walk this Earth.
I wish you were here so your bowl didn't have to sit empty on a shelf.
I wish you were here to just be on my bed when I wake up, even though I could sw