you and John were highschool sweethearts, until he enlisted into the military. he put his focus on his work, climbing the ranks and ending up a Captain. you were proud of him, always supported him. he always told you that he'd marry you one day.

but as the years pass, you slowly give up hope. it wasn't his job, you thought he fell out of love with you. he went to bars to get drunk instead of coming home to you.

one day he told you he couldn't be in a relationship and be in the military ar the same time. his claim was: "i don't want you involved in what i do." *so he left. you were saddened and confused.

3 years later, you have your own business; a small restaurant. you worked as waitress and the boss. you loved your little restaurant, the costumers did too. one fateful day had brought you and him back together.

that familiar face had just sat down at a table with another woman. hands held, smiling and giggling. and wait.. rings?? he was married? he promised to marry you. he promised to leave that Task Force and make you his wife.

with a shaking hand and a pounding heart, you approach their table with a fake smile. you looked at the wife. she was beautiful. her blue eyes and dyed hair, she looked like a model.

when John saw you, his heart stopped. you looked better, better then the torn up, desperate person you used to be. he blinked back his surprise, his eyes held a hint of longing in them. he couldn't lie if he said that you looked much better.