He said goodbye as my salty tears grazed down my cheeks and met the purse of my lips.
The streets were glossed with rain and reflected the glowing street lights.
I watched him pull out of my driveway, wishing that he would stop and come back inside to fight for me.
My room was covered in the things that reminded me of him most; including pictures, toys he had won for me at the state fair, and other various things that took me back to that night.
It was a cold winter evening; I remember it perfectly because the snow was coming down and caused a huge line of horrid traffic.
We decided to make the best of it by serenading each other at the top of our lungs and laughing when the other messed up the words.
I sympathized with him when he told me all about his horrific childhood and how his father mistreated his mother.
He was never really close to his siblings; they are much too older and were interested in completely different things.
I told him that I loved him and he wrote it back on the icy, foggy windows.
We never went a day without each other, until now of course; it's the memories that hurt the most.