Thinking of them, missing them. More time keeps going by since the days I thought I finally met someone I'd been waiting all my life to meet. I wish I could get to know them more, wish we could keep sharing things, wish we could have gone on some adventures. I wish we could talk again. Well, we can, but the way things are it's not the same. I just wish I could have figured out how I needed to be in time, because there was something special about them, so much I wanted to know. And there's been no one like them before or since. There won't be again.