Before the storm.

You stare down at your shoes, shuffling against the rough pavement, watching your tears fall into your converse.
Did you do this?
Why would he do this?
It must of been you.

The love of your life, the one you always trusted, loved, honored, believed in...left.
Gone. Like a flash of lightning in a storm.
You didn't see it coming. No one really did. But I guess he was tired of you.
You weren't fun enough. Caring. You didn't listen enough...we're you even loving?
You stand from your spot on your driveway, where you got the news he left.
Where did he go to? We don't know.
Do you want to find out?
Yes.