Besides time, distance was the healing factor that would allow me to see through this winter storm that breathed it's cold winter winds through my body every second, every hour of the day. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to breathe, as memories of him resurfaced, and then slipped away to someone far, probably somewhere further than he was, or at least just as far. Time, and distance. Time, and distance. I felt my stomach tighten as I sat, and pondered on what we could have been had he not been such a selfish asshole. Time, and distance. Time, and distance. Did he ever think about me? Wonder about me? Was this truly the end of our story? Time and distance, time and distance. You gave him everything, baby doll. And still, your everything wasn't enough. Time, and distance. Time, and distance.
He helped me. He saved me. He left.
I haven't seen him in years. Not since he saved me from one of the infected. I thought about him sometimes. I thought about how he had saved me on that first day. I thought about where he could be now. Was he even still alive? Would I ever be able to thank him properly? I doubted it.
Then one night, everything changed.