Three years pass.
I am walking to the diner briskly enjoying the dappled sunlight that comes from the clouds chasing each other high above. The stream next to me is roaring with meltwater and I feel the sun's warmth for the first time in months. I get to the diner, paper folded under my arm and the greeter asks if it will be a table for one. I smile a crooked smile and nod and she blushes. That makes me smile even more. I get to the booth and slide in. I unfold the paper and before I can ask the coffee is in front of me. I order without looking at the menu because I know it. I sit and drink my coffee and I look at the shoddy paint job where the cheap veneered paneling meets the wall. I glance at the paper but am more interested in listening to the terrible "Soft Jams!" they are piping in. It's Air Supply singing "All Out of Love". I chortle. The waitress is back with my food. She smiles at me. I smile back. I don't think about anything except maybe this. What I will write about it later. I will write that a life that was full became empty and then that a life that was broken became fixed. I sip my coffee and smile to myself. Because now I am alone.