So I have so many stories I love telling stories. Some are funny and some are sad...
So As you know I was a military girlfriend first and then a wife....
We met in Oct of 2000 on a blind date I worked with his sister at my first "real job" and she insisted that we meet for months I finally gave in and met him out for pizza. He did not say a word to me but hello, he laughed at my jokes and that was it.
I remember going home and thinking well if it is meant to be it will be I am not going to stalk him although he was hot and I wanted too.
The following Monday I get an email from him we started emailing, then it came to talking, then the next thing I knew I was going to see him.
We knew that he was going off to boot camp in January but I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could.
In Nov he came up to visit his sister before their trip to Mexico. I spent 4 of the most amazing days with him, they left at 2am in the morning and I left him at 1:45... I remember wishing that we would see each other one more time before he left to go back down south. He came back from vacation with GIFTS I remember thinking wow gifts already
We met in the city and had a romantic evening of dinner, drinks, and a stroll. Even though the gifts were small they meant so much to me.
He bought me a paperweight, a purple fish- He said because purple was my fav color
He bought me a bottle with sand- he said because the whole time he sat on the beach that is all he could think about was me.
He is so romantic... I thought while thinking in the back of my head.
"Why am I doing this to myself he is leaving for the Army and is enlisted for 4 fucking years...
I cried the entire train ride home I was falling for him and really fast... I cried till I was asleep so deep in dreaming about him that I missed the fuckin stop. I had to call my mom and ask the train people if they would be so kind as to turn around and then did...
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