I feel like I'm 15 again. Craving your touch, reliving your kiss over and over again in my head. Who would have thought, that five years later I'd still be writing about you. I've been so nostalgic lately. When I wake up it seems as if I've never left. It feels as if all of this has just been a long dream. I can almost taste the air, the salty, dry air. I've been growing my hair out again. Its long, and tangled. That's how I like it, how I've always liked it. What wouldn't I give to go back. To go to that innocent time once again, where the whole world stretched out in front of me. Back when I felt like I could reach out and touch the sun, to let it soak into my skin.