I still look for your house arross the feilds of corn through the window in the passenger seat while my dad listens to music, i suddenly remember that one night, when i was with you where your dad was quizzing you to music that sounded all to familiar. I still have your sweater, it dosent quite smell like you anymore, not that i check. But if you were to ask me what the smell was. i couldn't tell you, because one week its a deep woodsy smell and the other its sweet lavender that i can only describe as yours.