I looked up at the moon tonight and imagined you looking at it too. My heart broke a little when I realized that you weren't thinking about me like I was thinking about you. Maybe if I met you a little later in life then all these feelings that I have would be worth having on you. I remember the feeling of your touch and the way you kissed my lips. The contour of your jaw bone is forever etched on my finger tips. If I think about it hard enough I sometimes swear I can smell you. I know that sounds weird. You have this funny satisfying smell. A mixture of expensive cologne and cheap take out pizza. I wonder if she enjoys that smell. If it wraps around her and comforts her the way it did me when I climbed into your car?