Literature
.Snow Covered Tracks.+
The dream always starts out the same, and for what it's worth always ends the same.
It starts with flashes of a younger me and this boy, with red hair and green eyes. In these flashes we`re playing tag, climbing trees, catching bugs
one where we were taking a nap together on the floor with a carpet that looks so familiar but I can never place it. We're laughing and playing and everything just seems
amazing, like he was the one that completed my very soul. There never seemed to be a time when I couldn`t smile at he's presents. Staring into those green eyes meant the world to me, or better yet, was the world. We were happy, I w