My Heart's In Lackland.

  Last September my boyfriend came to me asking what I thought about the Air Force, I told him about my uncle who was serving and has been serving since he was 21. He then asked how I felt about him joining, I was speechless, I didn't know how to handle it, I was scared, the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach caused me to flop onto the couch. My head was spinning, "you want to join the military?" I asked him, he  then explained his reasoning, followed by telling me, "I want to marry you, and I want to be able to support you." I broke down, I didn't know if he was serious or joking, I pushed him a little farther asking him to talk to his parents as well as my aunt. He was sure, and I was sure that I would have to toughen up and learn to deal with it.

  His father talked about when he served, all the things that he went through and from the sounds of it he didn't think that his son could hack it, making him want to work harder and get to the point where he surpassed his father. I watched him grow from a raving, pot smoking hippie, to a strong individual with dreams and hopes to someday have a family that he could support. I've watched him grow so much. In December he was told when he would ship for basic training. I was heart broken to hear that it was February 24th but I knew it was for the better, I spent as much time with his as my schedule would allow though school and coaching kept me away most mronings and evenings. Though the time we spend wasn't always the longest we got along great and we shared as much with one another as possible.

  As time quickly ticked by and February snuck up on us he planned a beautiful Valentine's day dinner for the two of us. He chose one of the fancy places on Mt. Washington, where you weren't just paying for the food but also the view. He made the evening so special that it caused me to break down and cry at the end of the night. He held me and we decided to spend the next few weeks that we had together as much as we could and make the most out of the little time we had left. We make a great couple, the longer we talked the easier it seemed it would be when he left, but instead it was harder than we both realized.

  The day he had to leave for basic he and I spent the night up for as long as we could, laying in each others arms not wanting to let go. It was hard to think that the next day when I came home from school he'd be gone and I'd be alone. We talked, cried, and held onto each other like we'd never let go. The day he shipped it was harder to see him go that day than it was the day before. I held hands with him, we kissed and he held onto me as much as he could. I didn't see anyone but him, I didn't think he'd cry but i knew I would, as I held onto him crying on his shirt thinking that he was leaving and would be gone for the next 2 months, I didn't know what I would do. I let him go, each telling that we loved each other more than anything. As we spoke and tried to keep composure I couldn't help but wonder how things would go without him for a few days. We've made it this far, and I've continued to write him each day, but I miss him and I love him more than anything. When he returns he and I plan on getting married and spending our lives together. I've started looking into dresses and my mother has talked about who would be there and how things will go. I'm excited and I know that he and I will have our happily ever after, and I know that it'll end well as it should.

donspanda31 donspanda31
22-25, F
1 Response Feb 28, 2009

WOW! I couldn't have said it better. You explained the exact thing that I felt and went through the night before and the day that my man left. I wish you and your man the best of luck! I'm always here if you ever want to chat :)