Why should I stop remembering the random days we shared when you've moved so far away, you aren't here anymore and no more will be created. But remember when we were at your house in the middle of a thunder storm up close to the mountains. We sat and watched a scratched DVD in the dim lighting of the dining room light. Couldn't watch pass when we meet the fire we returned to the main menu and danced what you believed the waltz to the music until we grew tired and slept in the darkness of you room. (I still feel bad for stealing you bed making you sleep on the floor...)
In the early afternoon you woke me up stabbing your door nob with a butter knife, in the night your older brothers must have switched around the door nob and locked us in. Both annoyed we called for anyone that might have been on the other side of the deep brown door, but the house was empty like the night before. I'd have to say that was the worst day maybe for both of us when your mom never came home and the house was lacking food... I swear I'll never forget even when our friend ship is deteriorating...