Make me love the person you love

I wake up every morning reminding myself that she is gone. She will never have sleepless nights next to me again. She wo n't even return my phone calls, even though I panic at the moment my screen illuminates. The smell of nearly burnt coffee and a decaying apple begin to refreshen my memory. Again, I recall that she wo n't be here again to criticize me. 
 
 I hated her for her buoyance; even though she had a remark for every action, she still loved me for my flaws. 
 
 `` Why do you stand like that? Stand up straight.'' 
 
 This was ridicule, I thought, last thing I need is a surrogate mother. 
 
 Now I reminisce of mistranslated affection. 
 
 She just wanted me to get better. 
 

