I was sitting at the table in the café where we were supposed to meet. The hours were dragging on and I was getting worried. He should be here, he should have called at least. Leaning back in our booth Stacy, a waitress me and Sam had got to know over the last few years, came over with a concerned look on her face. “Still not here?” She asked me. I simply shook my head. Giving me a sad smile she placed her hand on mine. “I remember back two years ago, you must have been what? Sixteen. And he got down on his knee and said…” “I want you forever, forever and always. Through the good and the bad and the ugly.” I finished for her, remembering the way he had looked at me and how I had nearly cried when I kissed him. Just as I said it my phone rang. The brittle sound seeming to crack my ice filled veins.