Cause my guy going to the sands of the Stan sure gave me the urge to run out and find something I liked that I could actually keep hold of; some little delight that would stay with me.  Who knew something so small as a few new nail polishes or a new bright lipstick or lil Tardis earrings could ease the feeling of loss.  But it does.  Just a tiny bit.  Just enough.  And that will have to do.

How my family thinks I feel.

How my friends think I feel.

How I act like I feel.

How I wish I felt.

How I really feel.

When out of Pocky or Chocorooms.

When he confronts us about our obsessions.

In bed together.

When he says he’s deploying again.

3 seconds later.

When he asks if anyone hit on you while you were out with the girls.

When he mentions other couples’ problems.

When he asks about something we already discussed.

Every day.

It’s like we’re 2 potted trees and when we’re together our branches intertwine.  The longer we were together, the tighter we become and the more it hurt to pull apart.  We grew a lot right before he had to go to Afghanistan, and some stuff broke when he left.  The hardest part is not knowing when he’s coming back.

But if life has a middle name it’s probably ‘Uncertainty’.  I’ll try to think of that as exciting instead of frustrating.  

We’ll see how that goes…

When he tells me it’s time to go.

While driving to the airport.

While he gets his ticket.

Watching him go through security.

Sitting in the car alone.

Alone in my room.

Love isn’t what makes the world go round.  Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.

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yeah:)