It's been a year. A full year since the love of my life pasted away. I've been searching for answers that I would never find. Like why? Why out of all the people in the world his life was ended early. How? How could I let this happen? When? When is it my turn to be with him again? I've spent a full year wishing, dreaming that it wasn't real. Hoping that somehow we could bring him back. But it won't happen. I've walked to his grave everyday and traced his name with my fingers. I would apologize. I would whisper "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I will always love you Wally West." And then I would leave. Friends and family would come and check on me from time to time but they never helped me. They would hold me and tell me that it's okay when it's not. Today was the day I decided that I'm going to be with Wally again. I walked to Wally's grave one last time. I traced his name like I usually did but this time I said "I'll be with you soon bay watch." I walked back to my apartment and trudged to the kitchen. I saw my army knife on the counter and grabbed it. "Maybe we will be together again." I whispered. I pointed the knife at my chest. Tears streamed down my face and I smiled.