I miss Adelaide. She would take the stairs to avoid crowded elevators and buy two ice creams because one flavour wasn't enough. I know she knew how much i loved this of her even if i hadn't told her in years. Every moment i spent with her made me better or worse - but not nothing. She's the laughing wickedness of adolescence - and if what they say is true, that the dead are kept alive by being remembered, she'd be horrified of her immortality in my memories.