He pulls the picture out of the pocket of his jeans, it was old and creased and fading. His eyes scan over the old memory, his last date with you before you left him and he was deployed. He puts the picture back in his pocket and steps off the train. He looks around and sighs, he need to get home. After a couple hours he arrives at his parent's house. He opens the door and pauses when he sees you, smiling while helping his parents in the kitchen.