Strange, Sorry

So there's this one girl that I miss a lot... I had a really strange urge to just want to hug her and tell her that I'm missing her.

I miss her music.
I miss her love of all people.
I miss her clumsiness.
I miss her easy laughter.
I miss her long hair and new styles everyday.
I miss her clothing and writing phases.
I miss her love of Hercules.
I miss her brother's jokes.
I miss her awkward nudges to get me to talk.
I miss her interests in all things natural.
I miss her poems.
I miss her hand tattoos.
I miss her glasses.
I miss how she called me babe and sweetie and honey.
I miss Altoids.
I miss seeing her in the mornings, singing because she loved it.
I miss her love of life.