It is dark. All is quiet except for the squeaks and cracks of this 19th century house sinking into the foundation of the ground. I open my eyes and it is still dark. I reach out my right arm in hopes that my hand will find the button on my petite lamp. A soft glow illuminates my room. I sit up and strain to hear the soft voices coming from the television down the hall. …showed first 75 words of 1039 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1039 total…the worst. This is the longest moment of my life. It's amazing how much can run through your mind in one instant. I just looked at him. His dark brown hair was slicked back. I looked at those couple of gray hairs he had in his goatee that we would always make fun of him for. Then I looked into his dark brown eyes. And even though his hand was raised, I still loved him.