It was during a one-week ski trip to the Alps with my class, that a single goodbye with a smile as Dalena walked out of the door, that made my heart drop. Never to remain in the same spot again. We were in the mild winter of 2026 and we all took the high-speed train from Brussels with my senior class, knowing that this is maybe the last time that the whole gang would see each other again. Emotions were high and we loved each moment of it because we all knew where each of us were going, some to University, but Dalena decided to work as a currency expert and freelance writer for a year while she thought about higher education. She was good enough in all of her interests to make a living out any of them. About her, all I could do was ask myself, was it her calm demeanor, her curly hair or the fact that she liked Hi-Riz, my favorite band, but I couldn’t figure out why I was crazy about her. As always, I thought – there was no chance she could like a regular guy like me.
It was a little over a year of being married that Gary and Barbara had a ground shaking conversation. At the center of the matter was something so trivial, as he later looked back on it that it should have made less effect in their lives. There was Gary early morning, after morning getting ready, driving to work, standing all day at that cashier's desk, wondering what his future employment would be. The times were dangerous, and he narrowly escaped being sent out to war.