For Casey the one that i miss the most from the last chapter of the book

the wind is sweeping my golden brown hair across my face
the grass of the vast field scratches my bronze legs
my old camo shorts and yellow stick to my back from the dew of a early summer morning
just like a fairy tale, or something like it
this moment is something photographers dream of, perfectly imperfect
just like me
just lying in the middle of a grassy field in the sunshine
a dream came true when i left
something know body would imagine, something like that happening to me
when i left the place i called home
and left my best friend, Casey
things began to change
i made new friends and have had some of the best times of my life
leaving is like a new chapter in a book you cant put down
wonderfully stunning and amazing