Love Is But Temporary Insanity
It shocked all of my friends, all of my family, everyone I knew: some of them still haven't come to terms with my relationship with my Marine (reserve). We met somewhere neither of us ever thought to pick somebody up: a beachfront nightclub. I was in my senior year of high school, on track for college, university, great things. He has a blue collar job and is more in love with his truck than a man should be.
We spent three months getting to know each other, annoying each other, but having fun. I got my acceptance to college in Europe, and we went through an awkward time trying to figure out what we wanted. Finally decided (well, he decided- I had known what I wanted) to try out the long-distance bit.
He failed, broke my heart on my Christmas holiday home. Somehow, for God knows what reason, I decided to give him a second- no, a last- chance. And he's spent the last two months trying his baby boy hardest to make up for his big mistake.
I couldn't say exactly what it is I love about him, but I do, in a way that makes it impossible for me to stay mad at him, even when I am, impossible to desire anybody else, even though everyone thought I should be tempted. He understands me more than anyone else possibly could, and I know what he's thinking before he does, almost.
He's one of the few, alright.