You knew he wasn't home, so you opened your window and closed the curtain.

There was a storm coming and you wished that it could take you away.

Taking a breath, you grab your memory box from under your bed and cry as you look through.

Too many photos.

Too many memories.

Tears falling as you hug your knees to your chest.

Rocking back-and-forth as the storm grows.

Wishing that when the storm is gone, you could be too.

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