I love the way that you laugh,
especially after I say something stupid.
I miss the sparkle in your eyes,
when you do something you shouldn't.
I love the touch of your hand,
more than anything it's what guides me.
I miss the way you get jaalous,
you should know there's no reason.
I love that you can't sit still,
It helps me know when your nervous.
I miss the way your hair smells,
and just being close enough to notice.
I love the beauty in your face,
it's what i miss most of all.
The beauty when you smile,
when you smile for no reason,
for no reason at all.

Aw do you happen to have a brother?

THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL NICELY DONE

The story is twelve years old. Long dead. It helps me to remember the beauty of innocence.

no doubt it was written from the right perspective...