On nights likes these the memories are everywhere. On nights like these the ghosts of the past make their presence known. On nights like these is when I miss you most. It has been so long, but I still cannot move on without you. When will nights like these no longer be a nightmare but a sweet dream? ForewordThis is something that I wrote back in high school for my creative writing class, which was about 5 years ago. I edited it and made some changes. I hope that you all like it. Please subscribe and comment to let me know what you think. If you do like it, please check out my other works.