For the second time that day, Landon found himself standing on the pier; the pier he had taken Jamie on their first date. He gazed across the water, looking at the moon's reflection. It was just like that night, and he couldn't seem to get it - or her - out of his mind.

The past year since the wedding had been rough on him. For three months, he and Jamie had lived in newlywed bliss, and he couldn't have been happier. They spent night after night, and day after day, making love in the summer heat. He was always afraid he'd hurt her, because she seemed so fragile. But she never was, and it was the best time of their lives.

And then she got sicker. Landon slowly watched her already thin body deteriorate to practically nothing. She was ordered to permanent bed rest, and, on rare occasions, Landon was allowed to carry her outside to watch the stars.

Their last night together was one of those rare occasions.

"It's so beautiful," Jamie told him weakly, grasping for her shawl that was falling off her shoulders. "I know I always say that... But every time I'm out here, and I see those stars... It's like I'm seeing them for the first time."

"Kind of like how I see you," Landon replied. Jamie looked into his eyes, questioning his response. "Every time I see you, I can't believe how beautiful you are. And how you're mine. My only."

"That's not true, Landon, and you know it. I look awful."

Landon reached for her thin hands, and took them in his. "To me, you are the most beautiful person in the world. And I love you more and more every second of every day. And don't you forget that."

Those were some of his last words to her. She died the next morning, in his arms, as his tears fell gently onto her face.

Now, nearly six months later, it was summer again, and Landon could smell everything he smelled when he fell in love with her; see everything they saw; feel everything they felt. It was just so damn hard to get over her, the love of his life.

He found himself in the grocery store, looking for something to take back to the house... THEIR house. A house that had been kept immaculate before and after Jamie's death. He liked it that way. It was almost as if Jamie was still with him if he left everything in its place, the way they were before she left him.

Wandering the aisles, he realized that there was nothing here that could cure his hunger. In fact, he wasn't even really hungry. He just wanted to love someone, and be loved in return.

It was like seeing a ghost. A thin, brunette figure standing before him, weighing bananas in aisle three. Her skin was fairly tan, and those eyes... He couldn't believe it.

Running up to her, he placed a hand on her shoulder. When she turned around, he knew it was true.