I’m going to get her back.
It was all going great, or so I thought. From the moment we met online (shut up, everyone meets online these days), I knew we had something different. She was outdoorsy, liked mountain climbing and going on hikes with her dog. What kind of dog, you ask? A Husky that she named Balto. A little cliché, but cute, and he loved me too, just like she did. We went on those walks together every Wednesday morning, and I lived for them. That mountain air, and the sun catching the red in her hair, making it glow. It was like a dream.
Now it might as well have been.