Haven't had a dream about you in a long time. You still haven't changed. Maybe a little more mature. Your ****** structure is more prominent, but you still haven't changed. Your voice and mannerisms remain the same. Those ******* piercing blue eyes that could burn a hole through my brain. I felt it all. I felt you there. I felt the warmth of your breath with every word you spoke. You were even wearing the shirt my mom got you for Christmas. It was all there and it was all the same. You were looking for something, but couldn't find it. When you first walked in and shot those blue eyes my way, I collapsed. But I didn't cry and I didn't get angry. It was almost like a relief. I haven't seen you in so long, I guess it was a reminder that you were still lingering around in my head and memories. I don't think about you as much, but when I do it doesn't hurt anymore. It's just there. A faint memory. I woke up from that dream and I swear the room was blue. I was looking for you and halfway expected to see you, but I went back to sleep. I didn't dream of you again, but I could still feel you. I wish it would stop.