days like this remind me of the times i had with him*. The way the sun beats down bright and warm with a cooling breeze soaring threw the windows making everything mellow and beautiful. i remember that one day, the one i always seem to go back to, when we were at his house. The season was turning from winter to spring and it was the first beautiful day we had in a while. He woke up and opened the window above his couch in the living room while i made a pot of coffee. He flipped on the music station on the tv, i think it was hottest hits or something like that. Fort minor whered you go came blasting out of the tv,when he decided to glance at me and give me that insanely sexy and melting smirk that he always had. He popped up off the couch and i went to go and get us two cups of coffee. when i came back he was dancing around the room, and i saw a genuine happiness in his eyes, in his smile. It was the happiest i had seen him in a while. I just remember watching him float around the room with the sun like a blanket around him and the cool breeze blowing across my face thinking this was teh most beatiful moment i had lived to see. He was beatiful, the day was beatiful, and the moment was beatiful. Everything was perfect.

I havent had a day like that since he went away. He was right about one thing. I never did find anyone like him.