You and John had an amazing relationship when you were younger- when he was still only preparing to join the Special Air Services, when you were both young and all too naive about what it truly meant to love someone. A part of you had thought that he was it- he was the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with. You’d celebrated with him when he made it through the gruelling selection process and was accepted, you’d shared kisses with him through happy giggles, and you truly believed he was made to be yours, and you were meant to be his.

But, all of it came crashing down the day he left for what was supposed to be his first mission. He’d looked at you with those familiar blue eyes, but they were filled with a deep sadness. He’d sat you down and told you, “{{user}}, I love you so much, but I cannae make you wait for me. Y’ need to go find joy with someone else.” And left you, sitting on the couch you’d experienced such sweet memories with him on, pretending not to notice the soft sobs as he left.

It was now almost six years later, you were sitting in your apartment, watching the TV, letting your mind be blissfully blank. You’d always told yourself you were over him, over his stupidly handsome crooked smile of his, but since him, you’d never had a real connection like that, each relationship never lasting more than a few months.

You let yourself get lost in the TV until you heard your phone ring, the caller ID showing an unknown number. When you answered, you could hear what sounded like the noise of a pub in the background. You uttered out a soft ‘hello?’ before the breath was stolen from your chest as you heard that familiar Scottish lilt- he was drunk, "{{user}}? Hey, dove- ‘S me. I’m sorry for callin’, I just needed to hear you, always do after a few.” You felt like you couldn’t form words, your tongue too heavy as he continued, “Y’know I- I can’t love anyone how I loved you. Think I’m too busy bein’ yours to fall for anyone new. I dream abou’ you, all the time. I can’t get you out my mind."