What Went Wrong Between Us?

I looked down at her pale face, gazing into her warm hazel eyes. It was a face I had memorized over the extensive relationship; as familiar as my own name. Her name was Emma, and it’ll be name that will always be followed with a thousand memories. Her face was soft and beautiful; her fair skin was sprinkled lightly with freckles. Long dark brown hair flowed around her heart-shaped face.

I pressed my lips to her, but there was no other pair to return the gentle kiss. Instead, my skin touched a tiny metal frame. With a soft sigh, I snapped the small locket shut and put the small object back into my pocket, where she and my memories were kept safe.

I couldn’t help but wonder what went so wrong between us. It had been almost a month since I had last seen her. Emma was gone, and I was still there, waiting for her to come back to me. I had to live with reminders of her every single day- and old sweater she accidently left on my dresser; the small pier down at the lake, where we used to sit and watch the sunset and where I was sitting now; the sight of her house every time I had to walk...