I think of your wit.
The way you'd talk to me while you showered.
How much we would laugh.
The way you'd chase me while I was trying to dress.
When you'd pull me closer in the middle of the night.
How you'd surprise me by running a bath, fly home a day early, or plan a date night to see my favorite play.
How you'd hand me a glass of water when I was sad.
How badly you wanted me to excel, and how I felt I couldn't.
How I begged you not to leave.
I still dream of you.
And hear your voice.