That old faded smell of cinnamon, lingering within my sences. I try to forget you, but your always there haunting my every movement. What unfinished business do you have with me? I hide in the depth of the walls shadows, during my journey of life, because all I think about is you.
Your voice, your kissable lips, your hands touching my skin giving me gooses bumps, your eyes that sparkled when they looked into mine, and all the times we had together.
