I woke up in the middle of the night thinking of you. Did I only meet you just over a year ago. Whispering I Love you facing the blank ceiling, hoping those three words would reach you on the other side. Closing my eyes, trying to imagine you for a while, for one short period of time where you will lay next to me. Allowing my hands to brush those flawing strands of hair, inhaling the unmistakable scent of Aliens finely dabbed on your neck and behind your ears. Embrace you for a few more minutes to warm my soul and then I’d let you vanish… like the mirage.