They say a rhythm is made of five beats, well mine seems to skip a beat every time you are near. The thought of your touch sends sheer shivers down my spine, freeing the butterflies that made their homes in my stomach. My head in a daze remembering the days that were filled with so much fun. The moment of impact, like a kaleidoscope of dreams, it all comes rushing back, but you never do. Hits me hard, like a tilde wave, flipping me overboard, drowning at sea. I would do it all again for just one more moment of impact. One last kiss. Your lips pressed up against mine; your hands around my waist, holding me as if there were no tomorrow. One last time to say goodbye.