The sun starts to rise, I gaze at the sky. The beautiful hues of orange and pink stretch out like a masterpiece painted just for me. I wonder where he is. I wonder what he’s doing. I wonder if he’s happy. I wonder if thoughts of me cross his mind. I inhale deeply, a lonely steadying breath. I wonder if he is staring at the same sky. My sky. The thought we may sit beneath the same sky provides comfort to my aching heart. I...