Your face stays in my dreams something I could never dispies. My true feelings always in a daze but in a brillaint disguise. Your eyes don’t haunt but brighten them. With ever milla second of light a new feature is shown to me like a new freckle upon a pale face. These open new doors when one’s close. When ones close they reopen. Like time itself rewound to show an alternate ending to a already damage story. I’m hoping not to some how reawaken things inside you. But only open the door to your friendship.