I was walking down the streets of the grey, dreary morning of Los Angeles. A film of despair covered the city. Slowly making my way to the cemetery, the last place I wanted to be, today was no exception. I slowly made my way up the small hill and to the iron gate. Pushing it gently, it made an ear splitting creek but I continued farther into the damp and dark place. I made my way to the tall, grey and cold angel. I sat down on the dew ridden yellowing grass.
"Hello love, I know it's been a while, I'm sorry for not visiting you more often it's ju-" I was cut off the cracking in my voice and the steady flow of tears down my face. "It's been one year since I saw your beautiful, bright blue eyes." I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. "If only you were here still, I would have been the luckiest man alive.
Laughing at the somewhat distant memory I spoke quietly, "Remember when we first met? I know it sounds kind of cheesy but I can remember it was yesterday."
I was standing at Jakes loc