I miss Emily. I miss her smile, her laugh, her presence, her strength, her...
I miss her.
It seems so stupid, telling people about it: I like this girl. A lot. I usually don't like girls, not actually like. I can be attracted to someone but to like them... is different and more rare. And this girl... I like her so much it scares me. Scared me. And I assume she doesn't think like that. I can't tell how she thinks. I spent so much time hanging out with her but I couldn't tell you what she was thinking at any given moment. For someone who likes to think he can read people pretty well... that's weird. And nice. She wasn't... isn't... a cliche. A shallow, definable character in a book - a persona easily disectible.
I guess ... if there were a soundtrack to this part of my life... the songs would be:

Sigur Ros - The Nothing Song
Radiohead - Fake Plastic Trees
Jimmy Eat World - Here me you

"All you love will be carried away..."