Valentine day

It was a brisk cold February night of 1946, the chilly dry air echoed through the narrow streets like a wolf howl on a full moon night. Maryann glimpsed through the frosted window with glazed eyes, tears streaming down her soft skin like gentle rain in the spring time. With her shoulders slumped over and her long tangled chestnut brown hair running down her back, Maryann tightly grasped the fragile crumpled picture of her fiancee in her hand. Exactly a year had passed since World War II had ended, and exactly a year had passed since Noah the one man she had ever loved had departed, on the rough rigged battle field of Germany.
Slowly sitting down on the cushioned auburn sofa, she let out a sorrowful sigh as she strolled down through memory lain, remembering the time he had told her he had to go to war and how a mixture of irritation and sadness had filled her confused mind. In the end she knew she had to lit him go.
Coming back to reality Maryann rested her head back agenised the soft sofa. As she wiped the tears from her emerald green eyes, a faint smile crepes across her face as she remembered the letters she received from him every month, how excitement and joy would fill her young heart as she would run home from work just to read his letters over and over again. Then one day the letters stop coming, she remembered praying nonstop for him to come back.
Maryann's soft smile had vanished and warm tears rushed down her sadden face into her cold pail hands. She recalled that warm July afternoon. The sun was warm, the air was cool as she rode her bicycle down the path to her home. She had finished work at the hospital. She was shocked to find a letter addressed to her from the army. Knowing it was concerning Noah, she tore it open the snow white envelope. With sweaty, trembling palms she grasped the letter tight as she carefully read each word , her hear racing in her chest as she read the dreadful words that pierced through her heart like the steel blade knife. "Noah Miller was a brave soldier who will always be remembered, we are sorry to say that he passed away on the.." Those were the most painful agonizing words to her. She shook her head and again wiped the tears from her eyes Maryann came back into reality. She lifted her head and glared at the blazing amber flame from the fireplace which boldly stood in fortune of her. Her green eyes slowly shifted to the neatly line of picture frames which stood above the giant fireplace. The dusty picture frame in the middle caught her eye. It was from the last Valentine day party, before Noah and her were doing he swing, her powder pink dress twirled around as he spun the to loud sound of jazz music. With her light brown pinned back , her eyes gleaming with excitement and joy as she stared into his hazel eyes as they danced to the sounds of saxophones. That day as perfect she always a warm feeling around him, the type of feeling you get on the beach with warm summer breeze and golden rays of the beaming sun. But all she could feel now is a cold dark feeling at the bottom of her heart, like a peace was missing. He had always told her that he would always be therefore her, but mow he was gone and she was all by herself on this cold Valentine's day.
Maryann peered at the blazing fire place, with no hope in her heart and sadness in her eyes. She clutched herself to keep warm from the freezing cold winter night. Then all off a sudden she felt a sense of warmth like the rays of a bright golden sun, and at that moment she knew that Noah was with her.