A cold dreary day in the city, I sit by my window cuddled up with a cup of coffee dressed in sweats. Looking down at the people below me, walking down the street so happy hand and hand it makes my heart ache. I wonder what it would have been like to be one of those couples, so happy so carefree. Memories flood my mind of years past, all the laughter he and I used to share. Snow starts to trickle down from the sky. My mind reverts to the day he left, the winter with no snow.
It was the last night A. and I spent together. I knew he was leaving; we had talked about it for over a year. He would join the army and I would continue school until he got back. Waking up that morning made me sick to my stomach. He looked so peaceful; I didn’t want to wake him. He rolled over and looked at me, with his big blue eyes. He said good morning and gave me a kiss. That afternoon, he left. I watched him get on that bus and drive away.