It wasn't yelling or tears or even fighting really.

It was a decision.

I loved her. And she loved me. We wanted to get married, have kids together, we wanted to be the only two people in the world.

But we weren't.

There was collage, or for her there was wars to be fought. People to save. Things to lose.

She was joining the army, she had no time for boys, she had no time for dreaming.

She had no time for me.

                                   ~

Collage is over and so is her sentence away from home.

I was so stupid to think she would come back to me after all she has been through.

She's different now.

But somehow she's better.

Her body is better. Her happiness is better. Her hair is better.

Hell, even her new boyfriends better.

Dreams will always be dreams. But she wasn't a dream.

She was an experience.