I miss you, Maddie Tacinelli.
9 months. That's how long we would have been together today. You would have won Worlds this weekend and I wouldn't have heard the end of it. You would have been telling me to be a little more supportive and that cheerleading is a sport. I would have fought with you and told you that it isn't a sport. Damn, I miss thos stupid fights we'd have for no reason whatsoever. I want to go back to those nights I'd stay up later just to talk to you about EJ, school, cheer, football... everything. I miss your smile, your eyes, your laugh, and your spirit. I miss how when I had a bad day, you'd make it all better. Now all I have left of you is EJ and cheer. EJ and I spend an hour before bed talking about you everynight, even if it's just me talking and him smiling and yelling "MOOOOOOOOM!" Also, you'd be so happy to know that I'm starting to accept cheer. You'd be happy to know that all these random cheerleaders are following me on Twitter and I haven't said one bad thing about cheer since you passed. I miss you more than words can say. I miss how on your birthday, I surprised you and sang Beautiful Soul by Jesse McCartney to you. Or how Baby Blue Eyes by A Rocket To The Moon reminded me of you. I'd listen to it all the time, but now it just makes me cry. I think if I make this longer, no one would bother reading it. Just know I miss you, Maddie. And I love you. You're everything to me.