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Do you remember when we first met? Rosy cheeks, warm breath, cold hands, frozen eye lashes? Do you remember my house, where we sat on the couch, trying to hold back our laughter? Or do you remember my kitchen, where we got into trouble for taking too long to get the cookies? I remember, I remember trying to resent you for taking me away, I remember your smell, your laugh, your warmth, and I remember the way you looked at me when you told me "no one should ever hurt you." I remember thinking we were meant to fit, we were going to go far, be the ones who everyone envied, be best friends. 

I miss the way you looked at me, and I miss the way you would gently touch my cheek while removing my wild hair from my face. I miss the way you trusted me, and we were both too naive to care. 

Whenever I hear my phone beep under my pillow at night, I think it's you, like the way it used to be, when we'd talk into the early hours of the morning, until we both passed out, or I needed my beauty sleep. You never forgot to say goodnight.