I haven't heard from him in almost two weeks. I've been keeping busy and thought I was doing fine, but I hate nights like this when the stars are shining and its a romantic night, but there is no one to kiss. I keep remembering our first date, it was a cool night and I had forgotten my jacket and was cold. He took his jacket off, put it around me and we had our first kiss. It was a night just like tonight.
I have to go to bed soon, but I am not tired. I think I will go back out in the yard, sit in the chair, look up at the stars and watch the planes fly overhead and imagine where they are going and wonder where my guy is and hoping he is safe. Maybe he is sitting someplace, looking up at the stars and thinking of me.
Sept 11...To those lost, you are not forgotten. Rest in Peace. May the world someday learn to live in peace.