You'll fall in love with her smile the first time she laughs at your joke. You know it really wasn't that funny, but she laughed anyway. You'll fall in love with her when you learn she loves writing and she's pretty damn good at it. When she shows you her work and says, "It's not very good," you're speechless because her mind is unraveling on the pages. You'll fall in love with her the first time she apologizes for a petty argument. You recall her saying she was never one to tell people she's sorry because she doesn't think people need to be sorry for the things that they mean. She was never one to swallow her pride.

You''ll love her when the leaves change. Her mind is changing with them. You'll fall in love with her when she tells you, "I don't want to ruin you." You'll think she's looking out for what's best for you, but deep down you'll know that this means she doesn't want you to ruin her. She's afraid you're going to ruin the walls she's had up for so long. You'll fall in love with her when she breaks your heart and you'll fall harder when she leaves. You'll wake up in the morning, when your bed is cold and empty.

You'll wake up and see her in everything. You'll miss her with everything.

You'll miss her when someone laughs at one of your jokes. You got it from a popsicle stick, it was cherry red. It was the same color as her cheeks during your first Christmas together. You'll miss her when you use the coffee mug with the crack in it. The coffee mug she sipped from as she read her favorite poetry. You'll miss her with every apology from strangers who bump into you in a grocery store.

You'll miss her when the leaves change from green to orange again. You'll miss her until your walls come up. You'll miss her when you wake up one morning to the sound of someone else's breathing, and you mistake it for her's.

You'll miss her when you least expect it.

You'll miss her until you don't.