I’m always
thinking of the things I can’t do. I’m not able to do. But I never see the
things I
actually can do. The things that make me who I am. Make me stronger.
Maybe wiser.
Act the way I do. Treat the people different than I did before.
Unfortunately,
the things that make you a better person are always the things you think you
can’t survive. They never happen without pain. Mostly mental pain. I just start
realizing that.
People always said “it will be worth it”. He will be worth the
wait. But it’s not just him being
worth it all. Through all this pain, I
apparently really turn out to be who I truly am. These
scary experiences make me the woman I am today. And I haven’t reached my destination
yet and probably won’t until I lived my life till the very last day. They say the way is the
destination.
scary experiences make me the woman I am today. And I haven’t reached my destination
yet and probably won’t until I lived my life till the very last day. They say the way is the
destination.
There’s
many things I’m not able to do, or at least I think I am not, yeah. But there’s
equally
as many things I absolutely can do:
FIRST
Afghan
I am with
a guy for around four weeks and he deploys to Afghan for six months. He doesn’t
keep in touch on a regular basis, but I keep writing to him at least once a
day. My love to
him grew with every day he’s been gone to this war zone. I went
seven whole weeks
without a single word from him after five and a half months. I
had doubts, yes, a hell of a
lot. But deep inside, I had faith in him, me and
out relationship. Six months turned out to be
seven. I was able to give all
these sacrifices and so much more after just four weeks of a
relationship. This
shows me how serious I am with him.
SECOND The
time behind Afghan
C. came
back from Afghan over a month later than it was planned. I was unbelievably
happy that we made it through. I saw him one night, possibly the happiest night
in my life
so far, and then he flew back home. And didn’t stay in touch. Possibly
the worst time in my
life so far. Five whole weeks I tried to understand what
was happening. I couldn’t. Still, I am
able to forgive him what he did to me
and love him more than ever.
THIRD A
military relationship
Do
something that not many have the courage to do. I do it every day. Simply being
with
a soldier. Or mostly, being apart. Not that I never wanted to run. Hell, I
wanted it so often.
But I couldn’t let go. Never.
FOURTH
Communication
Every time
we are apart, communications are not easy. Not at all. Sometimes I don’t hear
from him in days, even though he’s not in a war zone. I panicked a lot, but I
feel I am getting
a bit calmer now. And then I get a text saying “I miss you
like mad”.
FIFTH
Separation
Majority
of a military relationship. Sadly. But truly. I am with C. now for nearly a
year. The
time we spent together I can count on one hand. Seven months apart
due to Afghan.
Another month apart after Afghan. Another month or so apart due
to OP Olympics. Nine
months so far. Not including the regular working weeks. I
often wondered if a relationship
is able to grow with so much time apart. I don’t
know yet. But what I know is that I am so
deeply in love with him that I am
still trying.
I realize
I never felt like this before. I realize this has to be something special.
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