I just feel my words are so petty compared to who she was and what she meant to me. I think she still smiles down on me all the time and jokes on me with her mischievous little smirk when she's busting chops or being stubborn and taking risks and I also know she kicks me in the butt from time to time as well.
I used to write her poems and tell her how special she was and she would laugh at me and tell me not to be stupid but she'd be grinning ear to ear .. haha .. somehow my words say so little about the magnitude of who she still is to me.
This was from our Sigur Ros concert pregame.... The little shit wouldn't look away during the crazy strobe light show but she let me cover her eyes without fighting it ... such a little shit :)