Come here Emma.

I thought I heard your whistle the other day. & for some reason it reminded me of how much I love you. It's the whistle that no one would think twice about, but it's the one that makes my heart stop. You used it to get my attention like when I was across the store lost in all the options I had. Sometimes you just wanted me to look up at you, or when you wanted to see me smile. It's the sound that plays over and over again in the back of my mind. It's a whistle that helped me fall in love with you, kind of like your laugh. I swear I hear both somedays and it kills me to look up and realize you're not there.