This Love is Ours

Chapter 47: The Immensity of Love

{Jonathan}

Tuesday, December 20.

It's been two years.

Two years, to the day.

Two year ago, on this very day, I lost Ally.

And it's odd, because I don't fully remember that night.

I remember the sight of seeing a massive semi-truck come rolling towards us.

I remember the excruciating pain in my arm.

I remember Patrick crying on the pavement.

But worst of all, I remember watching Ally die on the pavement.

In front of me, as I held her hand.

I remember being at the hospital, waiting for the official news on her condition.

But everything after that, is all a blur.

Christ, even the next couple months after that, seem like a blur.

But the one thing that has remained forever vivid in my mind, was the feeling.

The emptiness.

The hurt.

I remember all of that, all too well.

I think it's partially because I still experience those feelings quite often.

I swallow, as I adjust my tie.

It's about 6:00 in the evening, and I am going out for dinner tonight with Patrick and Chaunette.

Every year on this exact day since Ally died, the three of us have gone out for dinner together.

The three of us all shared a special bond with Ally, in a way that no one else did.

Chaunette had the bond of being best friends.

And there is nothing more valued than true friendship.

They were inseparable.

They were soulmates.

Patrick and Ally had a relationship that could never be described.

It was one of a kind.

The two of them shared a relationship that was priceless.

And I know that Patrick misses her, immensely.

And Ally and I?

We shared true love.

In my opinion, we still do.

We just can't be with one another anymore.

So, basically, tonight, I am going out for dinner with Chaunette and Patrick, at a really nice restaurant in Downtown Chicago.

Just the three of us.

We did it last year, and we plan to do it every year.

I put my dress shoes on, and take a quick glance in the mirror.

I throw my dark jacket on, and then head out of my apartment.

I make my way down the elevator, and to the underground parking lot.

The restaurant isn't far from my apartment, but it's not within walking distance

Plus, it's no longer summer.

It's actually, quite the opposite.

I make my way over to my car, and get in, turning the ignition on.