For him.
It had been many years, and still, she felt the heaviness in her heart. The heaviness of saying good-bye. Of letting go. Watching the sun set behind the mountains as her bus pulled away. As he waved.
The last time they saw each other…
And she broke her promise. Her promise to keep in touch. But they had fallen out of contact. And she knew it wasn’t her fault. Nor was it his.
Still, though, she kept one promise. The promise to never forget him. For he was in each and every sunset. And he always would be. She only hoped that she was still in his, as well. Thousands of miles away.