So here I am, doing what used to come naturally. Writing is something that takes away the pain, the sorrow, and the guilt from daily activities in life. However this is a new type of writing that hurts just as deep.
See, I’ve come to know once again the pain that occurs when you’ve fallen for someone in the US Military. He was deployed Saturday evening. Actually, we said our good-byes last Tuesday thinking that would be it … but as we all know, the military changes orders as they see fit. Adrian says that the military's slogan should be "hurry up and wait..." I've come to see the truth in that. Ill try to keep this updated, as Adrian is away. When he has time, he will note some things also.
The thing is, I’ve done this before and it didn’t turn out so well. So, some may ask what could ever make me do it again… to be honest, had it not of been for the man that is involved, I would have ran the other direction at the first mention of “military”.
I received my first call from Kuwait last night about 7:00pm, making it 3:00am his time, we were able to talk for about 15 minutes when he warned me that our phone call would only be 20 minutes… I was in shock. I babbled for 12 of the 15 minutes. Time goes by so quickly when you’re used to speaking for hours on the phone. But all was well; I was content hearing his voice knowing that he made it safe.
The phone rang at 6:58am, I was totally excited, Adrian called to let me know how the conditions were and that he finally got some sleep. (His total flight was about 20 hours). He assured me that we would still get to talk on a regular even though it wouldn’t be our regular 2 hours each night. At this point, Ill take what I can get…
See, I’ve come to know once again the pain that occurs when you’ve fallen for someone in the US Military. He was deployed Saturday evening. Actually, we said our good-byes last Tuesday thinking that would be it … but as we all know, the military changes orders as they see fit. Adrian says that the military's slogan should be "hurry up and wait..." I've come to see the truth in that. Ill try to keep this updated, as Adrian is away. When he has time, he will note some things also.
The thing is, I’ve done this before and it didn’t turn out so well. So, some may ask what could ever make me do it again… to be honest, had it not of been for the man that is involved, I would have ran the other direction at the first mention of “military”.
I received my first call from Kuwait last night about 7:00pm, making it 3:00am his time, we were able to talk for about 15 minutes when he warned me that our phone call would only be 20 minutes… I was in shock. I babbled for 12 of the 15 minutes. Time goes by so quickly when you’re used to speaking for hours on the phone. But all was well; I was content hearing his voice knowing that he made it safe.
The phone rang at 6:58am, I was totally excited, Adrian called to let me know how the conditions were and that he finally got some sleep. (His total flight was about 20 hours). He assured me that we would still get to talk on a regular even though it wouldn’t be our regular 2 hours each night. At this point, Ill take what I can get…
