Blue eyed boy with a beautiful crooked smile and unforgivable tendencies who's imperfections made him more admirable. Blue eyed boy with troubled history and a life before he was here. Blue eyed boy who let me braid his hair and tell him about my childhood. Who held my cold hands and bit my neck hard enough to leave a mark. Who will not be in his 8:20 am half asleep position in his usual seat when I return. Who I told I wished for nightmares because I loved to feel fear. Who told me he wouldn't wish nightmares upon anyone. It's too late for that now. I always wanted nightmares. Now I see they aren't killers and clowns, but a lovely blue eyed boy laying so still on the ground in front of you due to the candies you gave him.