I know it doesn't mean anything but I wish I could see you once again, at least for a minute. I wish I knew where you were. I would like to see your blond hair, blue eyes and develish smile. I would love to hear your voice which, probably, changed by now. I remember the words and how it all felt and this is my problem - I enjoy dragging along the memories of people from the past. I'm a part of their past but they always stay in my present. What a fool.