Your chilled fingers, your smile, your laugh, the way you use your hands to talk and the voice that’s fallows every work you speak. It was brief but yet bitter sweet. I still have dreams about you. When I day dream I ask my self what if things were different. I want to get close to you but I feel like your that one good apples at the top of the tree. I’ll climb to the top for you, even if I fall and hurt my self. I’ll still climb. I’ll get back up and try again till I know that it just simply can’t be touch. Like I said before I can’t let something like you just slip through my fingers till I now. I want to take you out and make you smile, laugh so hard you cry, i want to whisper words into your ear that make you squeeze my hand tighter, and those lips… So soft and gentle. Your presents its truly missed.