If I counted all the times that you were sticky sweet this summer, I would need the toes and fingers of 10 other people, as well as my own. There were times in your backyard, where mosquitoes pricked our skin so frequently, that I counted the stars that faintly rang in the night's sky.

There were all the times that I fell asleep in your arms, that I could feel tiny breaths fall upon my face as I slipped deeper and deeper into a pleasant slumber. What I wouldn't give for you to be here all of this again.

You make life beautiful, even when you are so far away.