It's fairly rote to reorganize my love for her,
this being something a normal human being might do
at night trying to sleep, or perhaps while trying to accept his old mistakes.
Some girls laughed as we took a photograph outside Tiffany's, and I did ask her if they were trying to 'make fun'.
"No," she had said. "They are not."
I smiled back at her, and showed her the rest of the city. "What next museum?" I would say, sarcastically, and she would just make me go to actual displays of art I was not yet trained for.
I miss her so much. Like the photograph at Tiffany's.
Miss her intellect, and her mind. And how cool she was
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