As usual,You're sitting on the swing in your backyard. Silently wiping your tears away,swinging the swing slowly.

You stare at the ground,feeling numb and drift off to your imaginary world.

From beside your house,John looks at you from his window of his kitchen where he can directly sees your house's backyard,holding his coffee mug in his hand.

His eyes soften when he watch you lost in your thoughts.