as a light up my cigarette. I fade away, bit by bit. only inhibited by those around me. merely those fond memories. old portraits left behind. clearly some of the best times in my life. you can ask yourself that. late night chats. the conversations, the tears we shared. all the words exchange. last time I seen you, hmmm I still couldn't see what you mean to me. wrong place, wrong time. There no such thing perfect opportunity. and I was too blind to see advantages. except for the one time we kissed. which was by accident. and the one time we saw each other in that lite will you notice me. We both were preoccupied.