He was not at all a special guy Nothing extraordinary or worthy of noting But I remember a few things about him that made him unforgettable For one I remember those eyes of his, deep brown, like mocha in the morning I remember a smile that used to play on those lips, the same ones we shared our first kiss with I remember the embraces we used to make, the ones that you never want to let go of I remember the day he told me he had to leave, with tears shining in those same eyes I remember waking up, screaming out his name, only to find out he had already left I remember the tear stained pillows, the air salty with regret I remember that soft voice, already fading from my mind Because I loved too much... And he simply didn't