I haven't seen you in some time. I almost forgot the crinkle by your nose when you smile. The squint when it happens. The smile that is. I wish to catch your breath as you speak. I love the little moments we have and dream of old as we figure it out. You'll be gone soon I imagine. That's how it happens. If only I could... tell you hello. We could have a chance to sing poorly with the radio. And we would be Rockstars...