Classmates to Lifemates

Michael and I have known each other since 9th grade. We graduated last year, and all through highschool we never dated. We met through my boyfriend at the time who would always have parties where we would play video games and just have fun. This went on for about 2 years (sophomore and junior year) until I finally broke it off with him my senior year. Michael and I had 2 classes together in the mornings and we would just talk about the future. He was planning on being just like his father and going into the Army to join the Special Forces. I was going to go to USA to be a teacher.

I saw him once before he left for basic and there we said our goodbyes. I told him how much I would miss our talks and how he made me smile. He gave me a big bear hug and we parted ways.

He kept in touch through myspace.com and phone calls. Why he called me, I would never know, because I thought I was just a pawn in his game of survival.

He came home, not telling anyone, and showed up at a party at my house. I came in after making a soda run and there he was, in my kitchen. I ran and jumped on him and cried into his neck. I missed him more than I had realized because when he held me I could feel the butterflies in my stomach going crazy.

The next night we stayed up talking until dawn, about life, about his time at Fort Benning, friends he had made and lost. Somehow I ended up in his arms the whole night and our lips had found one another. I had fallen for a Ranger.

After he left my life was miserable, I couldn't feel complete.

He is now in Iraq with his platoon and I miss him more than ever. Mostly because I was planning on going to see him the weekend he was deployed. It wasn't until that Thursday that he contacted me and told me that I would just have to wait until he got back.

He comes home in May, and I can't explain how I feel. Maybe I can get ahold of him before then...maybe he can call me his angel just one more time.

MichaelsAngel MichaelsAngel
18-21, F
Feb 7, 2007