SEVEN MONTHS LATER
Every day, I woke up, did what I had to do for work, and then spent all my time digging into photos and articles of him. Every night, I’d put on his music and fall asleep to the memories of his hands on my body, that last night we spent together, and that next morning.
On my particularly dark days, I wouldn’t even get out of bed but just kept playing his movies over and over again. I told myself the sound of his voice and the look on his face when he looked at the camera was all for me.
Today is one month to the day before he gets his draft call. Even though I know he will come home alive isn’t helping my nerves or my heart.
Brian got so tired of my moping that he walked into my room last night and packed a bag and didn’t say a word. This morning, he shoved me into t
