Sometimes

Sometimes. . .

Sometimes she reminds me of him. It's not just their particular taste for whiskey, or the love for that they share. I see him in her and it almost scares me, sometimes. . .

Sometimes when she gets giddy, I remember how his face would often light up just by my presence. Phrases and certain glances often throw my mind in a whirlwind of memories of him. It makes me quiver and chills run down my spine, sometimes. . .

Sometimes she just makes me miss him that much more. . . sometimes.