I lay awake all night; praying, crying, shaking. I had thought that you would come that day. That somehow you would just appear out of nowhere, walking up the street, and when I opened the door, you would be there, with tears on your cheeks too… and we would cry… and embrace… together.
When I woke up this morning, I was sure I had heard you knocking. I ran downstairs and flung open the front door, running into the morning light… and I searched for you… and searched… and searched. But I could not find you. I stood there, in the middle of the street… just staring off into the distant sunrise, tears running down my face… and I realized… it was all just a dream. Maybe it had all been just a dream…a product of my imagination gone insane. But then I looked down at the ring on my hand; and I knew that this was real… all of it.