Four years we have been off and on. We always seem to fall for eachother the same time every year. Maybe its the cold winds that blow in from the north, or the way this cold wheather makes your eyes a deeper green. Maybe its the way youd pass by me in the hall and wink at me with that face. Maybe its the way you held me when we hugged. The way you made me feel. Your touch. The cold is leaving. The flowers are blooming. spring is coming and still your nowhere to be found. Sometimes I still lthink Isee you in the halls. I still feel you with me in my sleep. Your touch lingers. Trying to face that our four years have come to a stop, is the hardest thing Ive ever done.