Rain poured overhead and he tried desperately to get away from it, hating it.

Recruit: “You hate the rain?”

Hesitantly, he said, “Yeah!”

Recruit: “How could anyone hate the rain?!”

His eyes softened as he thought back to you, your soft voice asking a similar question a while back. “I thought you hated the rain?”

And taking your hand in his, he says, “I could learn to like anything when I’m with you..”

With you missing for nearly a year now.. he never saw things the same again.