I look up at you as I pout<br/>"Hey don't yell at me. How am I supposed to know where this place is?"<br/>I say as I look over at you thinking you are mad at me but I look up at you grinning remembering the good times that we had and how happy I used to be whenever I was around him or heard his voice. He still seems to have the ability to make me happy and I love that about us.