“the way the bracelets around your thin wrists would clink as you wrapped your arms around me, the way your hair smelled like lavender and vanilla, the way your skin felt under my fingertips as we held each other before as we held each other before we fell asleep, the way you knew me inside and out better than anybody in the world, the way you would know how something was wrong by just looking at me, the way your brow would furrow when you were concentrating on doing something (anything), the way the bones in your hands and fingers would move under your skin, the way you would hold my hand no matter where we were, and also the way that you realized so quickly that in one way or another, we’d always manage to find a way back to each other, even if it was just as friends.”