A little sticky note left on my pillow, under a fridge magnet of San Francisco that she had bought for me the day before - "pretty lame, but remember I'm a tourist!".
Making all sorts of random plans in the car as we drive back to my place - "Next time we'll do XYZ" - No more next time. We ran out of time.
One night, she was telling me that she had a bad day. I told her that she'd just had an awesome day, that she had spent the first 10 minutes of her day with me. She was confused. I told her, it's past midnight. It's no longer yesterday. She said, "oh..." Thought about it for a second, smiled, then said "yes, today is a good day".
Lying in bed with her in my arms, her head on my chest.
Stroking her hair, and her pushing her head into my fingers cos she liked her head scratched lightly.
She always forgot her camera. We'd drive past this portion of 280 that overlooked the water, and she'd always make a promise to remember her camera the next time so she could take that photo.
My first words to her - "Hey, you're tall!"
Princess flowers... whatever they're called.
Every time I picked her up, she'd smile as she got into the car. I'd greet her "Hey babe" and she'd say "Hi babe" back to me and give me a kiss.
Trying (mostly unsuccessfully) to make love in my walkin closet.
She liked really hot water when she showered. When we showered together, we'd have to change the water temperature depending on who was under the shower at that moment.
I miss her so much already.
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