I know, I just saw him, less than two weeks ago, but he has a four day weekend and my classes start next Tuesday. His training is getting hectic and I am taking six classes and getting a job, so who knows when we will have this opportunity so we decided to take advantage of it and I am flying to him. My mom also got us the flight for $10!
I am so excited to have so much time with him, just us. I am used to this, maybe this is almost normal?!
I love the contrast of our skin tones. I love holding hands. I love being with him. I love the trip we went on. I love having him.
I’m missing him so much right now. I’ve become such a baby, but whatever.
Effortless is not the right word. She thinks because I don’t break down whenever we don’t talk and ect. we are abnormal. She thinks we are so chill about everything, but she doesn’t get us. We are just us and we work.
There is so much effort that goes into this relationship, but I don’t give two shits about the things that don’t matter. I want him to have fun with his friends, I want him to enjoy the day. I’ll talk to him later on.
It’s weird that we have such a different relationship, we just know we can make it through anything and other shit is not to worry about. I am completely ecstatic with our relationship and where we are right now.
This part really sucks. Just have to keep reminding myself one less week to go through-almost done. I just miss him so much. I miss him in everyway- phone calls are all we have had, and now those are on very short supply.
Its hard to believe his deployment will ever be over.
A girl came in to the store for an Army ball dress and we started talking, I told her deployment isn’t as bad as you would think- it really isn’t, but it is a bitch.
We can do this. We will make it. He is worth everything.
“I can’t wait for anything that involves you and me”
Today is our anniversary.
We met years before and I basically have had my eye on him since, I never thought we would have a chance to be together. And thus far, we have had a year. A whole year ago was our first ‘date’ and first kiss. We made it one year and I’m hoping for many more. He is my other half, to put it only simply. I can’t wait to be with him again.
For most when they hit the one year mark shit gets real, its been real for a year now. The following night after our first date, he told me he was getting deployed. I didn’t know what to do or what we would technically be, but I knew I was going to do everything I could and support him as much as possible. We have physically been together 28/364. I never had any control over how I felt for him. I had no choice but to be something to him. I didn’t see our one year anniversary that night, but I’m so proud of us.
We can conquer anything. We will. He is the love of my life. He means the world to me.
It kills we aren’t together today, but it’s just how it goes. I’m just hoping for a phone call.
My afghan collection has grown. Yesterday, I got a package from my other half. There was a scarf, a ring, a bracelet, a jewelry box and like ten letters. I got the necklace back in November. I’d say, he’s the sweetest boy ever, he’s the one deployed and I get a package?!
I can’t get over how great he is, how caring and considerate of a man I have and how perfect we are for each other. I am reassured we can make it through this mother fucking a deployment.
Luckiest girl ever, right here.
My honey just got off work and gave me a call, and I’m in class. I ran out and answered, of course, but we didn’t get to talk for long at all. Now he’s going to sleep before I get out. We haven’t talked for more than two minutes every few days. He sounded down today. I know he needs a good chat and laugh, I just want to be there for him, the only way I can. Fuck you deployment, I’m beyond over you.
