I walked around the fall grounds, the sound noticable to me being the crunch of the leaves under foot. Everytime I saw dark hair out of the corner of my eye or a laugh that sounded familiar, my heart raced. God did I miss you. That short dark curly hair of yours, the smile that was always atleast a little present on your face, your fierceness. Do you remember the first time you grabbed me by the wrist and took off running down the hall in school? My arm was on fire, little tiny electric shocks went off everywhere, and that was the first time that I didn't mind someone touching me. I was dizzy and thought I would die from the contact, at first from discomfort, then from intensity.
That was one of my favorite things about you - your intensity. Everything was so intense with you. When writing notes or drawing you would be bent over the table, face inches from the paper, a tight fist around your pen. Maybe I admired you - that you could be so into