A Story of Lost Love.

Once upon a time, there was a boy with red hair and blue-green eyes. He grew up to be a strong young man. The young man had a dream: to fight in a war and serve his country. He joined the military.
Before he left for his training, though, the young man's life changed; he met a girl that captured his heart. She seemed perfectly average; average height, average weight, plain brown hair and blue eyes. But her laugh was infectious, her wit like a razor, and most of all, she was gentle, selfless, and accepting of the young man's ways.
They were good friends right away, and they fell swiftly and completely for each other shortly thereafter.
The young man left for another country, but he gave the girl a token to remember him: his first set of dogtags from basic training. She wore them every day and rarely took them off. Every few days, they would email each other, and the girl was always elated to hear from him. They talked about love, vacations they would take when he came home, and even marriage after a while. As the long months wore on, the girl's love for her young man only grew stronger.
But one day she recieved a phone call from him. She was immediately worried about the pained tone in his voice. He told her that he had been injured when his vehicle drove over an explosive. He was okay, he told her, but his injuries were pretty severe. They talked a bit more, then they parted once more with their customary "I love you"s and "I'll talk to you soon"s.
The young man was finally sent home after a year overseas. They had a fight shortly before he arrived in town, but he still agreed to come over for Christmas dinner with her family. Everyone was thrilled to see him. There was a horribly awkward space between the girl and the young man, and she worried that it would be the last time they would see each other. After dinner, he invited her to talk outside. She stood on the porch, shivering in the cold December air, as he broodingly smoked a cigarette. The young man finally turned to her and apologized for the argument, and she too apologized. They held each other close, and all was forgiven. He went back across the country for another few months.
But not even two months later, only a few days after Valentine's Day, the young man called the girl. He was now angry at her, and she didn't know why. They fought for a while, and he ended the call after breaking up with her.
The girl was heartbroken. She cried softly in her room for a while, then for the first time in over a year, she took the young man's dogtags from around her neck, and placed them gently in a drawer.
Many months later, the young man called her again. He apologized, and they talked for a while, but there was no sign of the loving closeness of their old conversations. The girl had become a young woman, and had moved on and fallen in love with another man. The young man had married a woman across the country, and divorced her shortly after.
They still talk, but their conversations are those of long-lost lovers quietly remembering what they let go so long ago.