Pressing warm kisses on your face, trying to rekindle the relationship. But it’s been dead for awhile. John leaned over, planting pecks on each of your knuckles. You pulled your hand away, not wanting his affection.

Johns heart ached, as much as he tried denying it. You fell out of love with him. It was so foolish of him to think you would stay.

“I’m trying, alright?” He sighed, sitting up from his cot. Maybe if he didn’t leave for a year, the relationship would’ve been better.