It was as if I was there, and I was thinking of sitting together with you while you watch those vivid colors spread through out the sky. But then, as the rain poured down on us, I saw you with someone else, sharing that wonderful time of your life, smiling, forgetting of whatever existence I had placed upon this earth which smelt of nostalgia. I wish I was the one sitting beside you, or I wish I didn't know of it at all. My hands are open waiting for some warmth for it to hold unto, but I realize that everything that I am wishing for will come a century late. It is very ironic that as I kept track of the time I spend and the way I always do things a minute early would be paid back with everything I wish for arriving when I've already left.