Envision. Her cerulean-blue eyes startle me. Like the song, they still give me the same undescribeable feeling after staring into them for over a year. I miss staring deep into her soul. Seeing that timid angel waiting to come out. Everytime I hear the lyrics to "Hands Down" I put myself back into her room...we're lying on the bed, the lights are off but the moonlit sky is reflected through her window, the warm feeling from the beach scened wallpaper as well as the touch of her skin makes my heart race, and then I remember our first real kiss. The memory as fresh as an Atlantian garden - the scent of her hair, the synthetic strawberry taste of her lip gloss and the coy whispers murmured in my ear. I envision the foreseeable and pray that this day may come near.