I see you're crying again. The last time I saw you you were crying. You were standing in the exact same position as you are now. Your left hand on the rail attached to my bed and your right tightly balled in a fist pressed between your breasts. The bed I am in now is much nicer though and so is the room. I'm not sure what the tears are for but I am concerned. Prior to your last visit everything was great. We had a nice time together. The memory of what exactly took place is a bit fuzzy but I get the feeling it is nothing to cry about.

I remember picking you up. You looked as beautiful as ever. You always looked good in red. You invited me in I think and we had a drink and chatted a bit. About what I am unsure but we were killing time. I suppose we had reservations and I was a bit early.

We left your place in my car. It sure was cold that evening, not as cold as I am now but pretty damn cold. I guess the heat is on the fritz here. We made it to the restaurant on time. I vaguely remember our waiter being pretty goofy. Just our luck right? We ordered our drinks and an appetizer. We were celebrating something I believe and I was pulling out all the stops. Was it that promotion I was waiting for? I wish I could remember.

I guess we ate and drank while we idly chatted. Our goofy waiter wouldn't leave us alone. I think he was quite smitten by you. We ordered our meals and talked some more. I get the feeling our conversation became quite serious but damned if I know what it was about. Do you remember?

The meal was excellent. That I do remember. I'll never forget a good meal. Once the meal was done we ordered dessert. You had a look of anticipation on your face. I think I delivered because we were both smiling ear to ear. I think you even cried but not a sad cry like you are doing now.

I remember as we left several people congratulated us on something. Did I propose? You are wearing a new ring I don't recall you ever wearing before. I guess I did propose, so why are you crying? Don't we have plans to make? Shouldn't you be happy?

I remember it had started to snow on the way back to your place. Not bad, just a light dusting. I remember walking you to the door and kissing you goodnight. I couldn't stay because I had a big day ahead of me. I know we lingered at your door long enough for us both to be covered in snow. It sure was cold that night but not as cold as now. i think I mentioned that already.

The snow had picked up on my way home. I remember having to slow down considerably due to the roads being slick. The plows hadn't come through yet. I know I was happier than I had been in a long time. Things were good. Then I remember bright lights and sound that reminded me of a fog horn from a ship in the harbor. Everything is hazy after that. Whatever happened couldn't have been good to make you cry like this.

I love you, I hope you know that and whatever is going on we can get through. I hate seeing you like this. Oh, time for you to go? Looks like it is time for me to go too. Someone is here beckoning me over to see him. I hope to see you soon love and please don't cry anymore. I love you.