"Comparisons are easily done, Once you've had a taste of perfection."

You rose out of bed on the dawn of an early morning and walked across the bedroom.  It was 1942 and war was still raging on.  It seemed as though it would never end.  You took a seat at the old vanity set and opened a drawer.  Pulling out it's contents, you sighed heavily.  You took out a slightly crinkled photo, sticking in the mirror highly so you were looking up at it.   The photo was one of a soldier.

~Flashback~

You clinged to the man you were dancing with.  He smiled gently, his hands politely placed at your waist.  The track continued to play, leaving all the couples were dancing slowly at a steady pace. 

"Hey, I have something to tell you." He said gently, swaying back and forth.

"What is it?" You asked, waiting for an answer, hoping it was something goofy rather than serious.

"I got drafted, I leave in a week." The man spoke dreadful words.  Tears stung your eyes and the track ended, only to replaced by a faster-paced, catchy one.  Not feeling in the mood to dance, you left the dance floor, and walked outside.

"I know there's nothing you can do, but I just want you to know I don't want you to leave." You spoke softly to him, whom had followed you outside.

"I know, I don't want to leave, either. I love you." He hugged you tightly.
 
"I love you too, Alfred F. Jones." You said, burying your face into his chest.

~End of Flashback~

"He kissed my lips

I taste your mouth

He pulled me in

I was disgusted with myself."

You sighed heavily, looking over to your messy bed.  There lay a man, who went by the name of Arthur.  He had blonde hair which was messy, and emerald eyes that you couldn't see at the moment.  You drifted off into daydreams until you heard someone behind you.

"Up early, love?" The room was filled with a heavy British accent.

"Yes, I guess so." You responded, looking into your lap.

"Well, I guess I'll make breakfast." Arthur said, kissing you deeply.  It was supposed to taste like Arthur, the sweet taste of tea, but it wasn't.  It tasted completely different, but you recognized it, and you were disgusted with yourself.   You were trying to love Arthur, but the constant thought of other man clouded your thoughts.
"You said move on, where do I go?"

"Cause when I'm with him

I am thinking of you

Thinking of you

What you would do if

You were the one

Who was spending the night"

~Flash Back [Once Again!]~

You sat on the bed of Alfred F. Jones, the drafted soldier.  You cradled a sack, containing all of his most precious belongings.  You peeked inside to see a picture of you and him, happily sitting under an apple tree.  

"I picked the perfect apple that day." You laughed sadly, referring to not a fruit, but a human.  Alfred was the perfect apple, hanging from the tree, and you were lucky enough to pick him.

"I'm ready for tomorrow." Alfred sighed, flopping onto the bedside you.

"That's good. Can I spend the night?" You asked sweetly and softly.

"Sure, we'll have fun, I promise." He was right.  You climbed onto the roof, talked about absolute nonsense, and went night swimming in the stream, where you probably woke the neighbors.  You returned to his house, where feel asleep on his bed, with him cradling you lovingly.

All good things never last, because soon came the dawn, disguised beautifully with chirping birds and fresh air.

"It's almost time for me to leave." Alfred said sadly, with the bus full of troops in the distance.
"I know, I know." Tears rained down, smudging the makeup neatly applied to your countenance.  There was not an inch of control within your body, so the sobs continued.

"I'll come back, we'll get married, have beautiful children. Just hold out okay? I love you." He spoke softly, hugging you and running his fingers through your hair. "I have to go now, it can't wait."

"I love you, please be careful." You croaked. "Come back safe."

"I will, love you." Alfred turned and walking away and climbing onto the bus, which son after drove out of sight, leaving you standing alone.
~End of Flash Back~

~Alfred's POV~
He walked through the dense forest, peering around every tree along with his comrades.  He grew tired, leaning up against a tree to drink from a canteen.  One moment in time was all it took, and the bullet raced towards him.  It was too late, and it penetrated the skin.  Of all the safer places, it struck into his ribcage, inches from the pulsing organ known as the heart.  Alfred collapsed, his glassed being knocked off his face. One of his fellow comrades leaned down beside him, but there was nothing to be done.  Blood was seeping onto the uniform staining it a whole new color.

"Please m-make sure my finance gets this." Breathed Alfred, handing his comrade a envelope before drifting off into eternal sleep.

~End of Alfred's POV~

"I guess second best Is all I will know."

"Second best is all I will know." You began to cry, pinning a black hat to your head.  Gently wiping them away, you stared at yourself in the vanity mirror.  The hat's black matching veil covered your eyes.  You looked down to see and envelope and a stray letter.

"Love, breakfast is done!" You heard Arthur call from downstairs, but you seemingly ignored him. Picking up the  letter within the envelope you began to read it carefully as you had done many times before.

"Dear the love of my life,
You are beautiful, wonderful, absolute perfection.  If your getting this, I'm sorry.  I promised myself I'd burn this when I got home, but that's a broken one.   I'm lucky that I was blessed with someone like you in my life.  I love you, and always will.  There are tons of fish in the water. You were my one and only, but I know I'm your one of many.  Live life being happy, your hero loves you.

~ Alfred F. Jones."

You cried again, looking at your frail figure in the mirror.  Picking up the other letter wasn't worth it, since you knew what it said.  "Killed in Action." The sentence rung inside your heard like a bell. 

You were trying to test the waters full of fish, starting with meeting Arthur.  Of course you cared for him deeply, as he did for you, but you were always thinking of someone else. Those eyes couldn't replace the previous blue ones, nor would they ever, as beautiful as they were. 

You finished putting on your attire of all black and made your way downstairs.  Arthur sat at the table, reading as newspaper, unaware to you making your swift exit out the front door and shutting it.

"Bust in the door and take me away." You cried, leaning up against the door so hard you thought you'd break it in.  You gathered yourself together, making you way down the front steps.  You walked swiftly and quietly down the dirt road, letting the world and the sunshine fade in around you.  This was the end of a new begging, ending all too soon.

"Oh won't you walk through

And bust in the door

And take me away

Oh no more mistakes

Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay..."