He was off at war and I was left at home to wait anxiously with nothing but this necklace. It’s been a month since he’s been home., it’s been two years since were together. I lightly drifted my fingers along the cold necklace. My heart ached of sorrow and remorse, suddenly my mind became overflown with memories. I remember him perfectly. His eyes, his lips, the way he held me so tightly and how I felt so safe and at home with him. The walks along the beach, the nights we laid out on the grass staring into the stars, and laying in my pure white sheets in each other's arms drifting away from everything going on, believing it is only me and him in the world. He is in an awful place. A hell hole, and I am here alone. I hope that he will be home soon because I miss him and its been one month. Six more months to go and I have this necklace.