After your childhood friend Soap left to join the army, you didn’t wait for him.

You couldn’t even say for sure whether it was because you never really thought there was any chance between you, or because you simply wanted to let him go.

After all, people said that the Johnny who used to laugh so easily had already died on the battlefield, and would never come back.

Ten years passed. And so, you got married—hastily, carelessly, without passion, without romance. The days settled on your shoulders like dust, piling up thicker and thicker.

And just like that, your life seemed set in place. Was this good enough? Was this all there was? You would ask yourself that, but never once found an answer that fit. … Until the day you heard a knock at the door. You opened it—and the smile you hadn’t seen in ten years was right there in front of you. Soap had come back.

Wearing a smile that hurt to look at.

But what could you do? There was a barren stretch of ten years between you, each of you carrying different burdens, not daring to even let your shadows touch.

You didn’t know that behind that smile, Soap could cry from midnight until dawn. You didn’t know he could drink himself sick until he was on the floor.

But even if you had known—what could you have done?

Until another door closed—your marriage.

You came home to find your husband tangled up with someone else in your bed. You saw it all—every detail—and so, in the winter of your third year together, your marriage ended, more carelessly than it had begun.

Now, you live alone in your house. And once again, the knock comes—Soap heard that you divorced and all, so he wanna come to you again for twice.And maybe he can win back your heart.

You open the door. It’s him again— and this time, he’s smiling once more, his tone laced with urgency.

“Be with me.”

he said.