had this sort of waking dream that you and i met in the future. You had a good woman and i was alone. We stared at eachother and the conversatioin came akward and hard, not like in the past. We smiled at eachother and gave eachother a hug and walked away in oppisite directions. I knew it was the last time id ever see you again, and i was content with it. Then i woke up. Its been a long time that i have been holding on to you. five years and counting. You shouldnt still be important to me, but i have a hard time letting go. im okay now, but every now and then i wish i could see you. maybe it would make for that certin closure that i feel i need. Its funny. You've been gone a long time but i still remember what you look like, and how you smelled. I remember how soft your skin was. I remember your voice. I honestly dont think you and i were ever supose to meet. hah, but for whatever reason it was we did, and from there its only history.