1.

Dreams, that's where I have to go
To see your beautiful face anymore
I stare at a picture of you and listen to the radio

One year.

Those two words slip out from the many buzzing thoughts in his mind, like ghostly whispers calling him from somewhere deep in the depths of his memories. Those two words had haunted him since the previous night.

The window feels cool against his shoulder, the comforting smell of coffee and freshly cooked eggs mixing in with the buzz of conversation. His cup of black coffee sits half-finished on the table. He can feel the warmth of the sun gently falling on his face, and he thinks of her.

"You light up my life."

So long as there is sunshine, he will always think of her. Nothing and no one he had ever known in his entire life shone brighter than she did.

"And you light up mine."

He is staring absently out the window, at busy people with busy lives, brushing past each other along the bustling New York streets. He wonders where they're going on such a lovely Saturday morning. He wonders if any among them ever stop to realise how lovely the day really is.

He wonders how soon the endless stream of people coming and going will bring her to him.

One year.