I loved her. Everything about her. I loved her carefree smile, her sarcastic comments, and her laugh. I loved the way the wind blew her messy dark hair when we’re at the park. I loved when she cried whenever we watched a movie. I loved her brown eyes, even when they were blazing and especially when they were warm. I loved when she looked so soft and vulnerable when I kissed her, her tough facade fading. I loved the feel it gave me whenever I hugged her. It was like she was born to fit in my arms.