I love the way your hair parts straight down the middle, and how when you lost those thirty pounds you wore your old clothes and looked like a shrunken doll. I love the way you trip over your own feet, and pick apart your food before you eat it. I love how you talk passionately about things most people don't care about. I love the way you light up when you see people you love.
But I hate that you will never know this.
I hate that I will never get to love how much you love me.