There wasn’t a day she didn’t think about him. It was pretty much 24/7, I mean it was only her in that small house of her’s. She even dreams about him. The dreams were great, they were together once again, and he was okay. Totally fine. But those were dreams, the reality of everything was that he wasn’t coming back for a long time. Maybe not ever. No. She refused to think he wouldn’t come back. He knew how to take care of himself, he was out there serving his country just like he wanted to. But sometimes, there was that sliver of thought that made her think. What would I do if he wasn’t ever going to be here by my side? They’re supposed to be getting married when he comes home. The engagement ring glitters on her thick fingers. She never liked her fingers, or the huge hands they were attached to, but he didn’t seem to mind, and that was good enough for her. She moves automatically to the dryer after it beeps, grabs the clothes, and tosses them into the pale green hamper.