It was a warm humid night outside of my bedroom, there was a light drift traveling through the window. Midnight came around and I had no time to be tired, because it was 2pm in Iraq and my soldier had certain times when he would be able to talk to me. My boyfriend, Derek, is on his last deployment before his honorable discharge. He lost his right leg in an accident 2 years ago, and the generals said that this was his last deployment. I was blissful for that. I sometimes go days without sleep, but I would go years if it meant I would be able to see the face that I fell in love with. The glimmer in his eyes was always there, even if I had to stare at a computer just to see it. He’s busy with his troop, but he always found time to talk to me, even if it was for 5 minutes. That was one of the reasons why I love him so much. He was so munificent. “How’s Max?” he said. Max is our Golden Retriever. We got him when he was a puppy and he has been like a child to us, but since Derek was overseas, it is my job to take care of him. “He misses you terribly. He still sleeps on your side of the bed.” I expressed with a slight laugh. Max isn’t the only one who misses him. It has been 7 months since I was able to feel his warm hugs or touch his velvety skin. He is coming back in 2 weeks, and I am planning a romantic dinner for just the 2 of us. “I can’t wait for you to come home” I said. “Me too, I am so ready to come home, but the guys are telling me to get off, so I got to go. I love you.” Derek said. “Forever and always,” I whispered with a tear running down my cheek. I close the laptop and turn off the lights. Max, as always, was sleeping soundly snuggled in with Derek’s red wool blanket that I got for him last Christmas. His blond fur wa... ... middle of paper ... ... there. You helped me through therapy and you were there for my first steps. I have been through war, but somehow you are 10 times stouter than I am. Every day when I was in the hospital, you always made my darkest of days brighter.” I thought back to those times. Most days I fell asleep right next to him. Sometimes, I would even make him dinner, and bring it to him. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I have never been so certain of anything else in the world.” He bent down on his right knee, his pants rose up an inch divulging his C-leg prosthetic. “Cait, will you do me the honor in becoming my wife?” I have been waiting for those words for months. We have been going out for 6 years. He was my high school sweetheart, and he made me happy now just as he did in high school. I knew without a doubt what my answer would be. “Forever and Always” I said.
There I am lying, I am awoken by a bright shimmering, yet quite bothering light, I slide to my right to find my angelic husband Demetrious, he was breathing softly and faintly, I wrap my arm around him onto his buff body, and his eyes stare at me gracefully, I come to acceptance and find myself thinking how this happened, from hopeless back then, to happiest I could be, and all because of one man, he made me feel gloomy like when we first met, his eyes would affectionately stare deep into your eyes. His bright personality brightened up my day, that one special day, the most beautiful day of day, it was a sunny, warm yet quite balanced day, everything was going normally, then carelessly out the corner he came, Demetrious, and one problem was that he liked my hearty, hysterical good friend Hermia. Hermia had a generous and gentle personality, she had beautiful eyes and I was very fondly jealous of her, she got all the cute, boys that I always admired, yet one day things unexpectedly turned the other way around.
I was just the slightest bit excited, maybe a little more than that, to see that he responded. His reply sparked a conversation that I was determined to carry on into the night without seeming overly eager. To my delight our dialogue was picked up again the next morning, into the day, and the next day, and the next day. I gradually began to look forward to the “good morning” text I would get every day so that we could continue investing in each other’s lives though thousands of miles apart. We soon switched to phone calls beginning with long late night talks to catch up on each other’s day, or talking about books, movies, music, interests, friends, family. It seemed as though we never ran out of things to talk about. Though some nights when he or I was tired after work or school, we would just relax and watch a movie, or we’d sit on the phone with each other as one of us studied for the next big exam. We simply loved spending time with one
“Don’t worry baby girl. I’ll go get him.” He said as he walked out of my room and towards the front door of our home.
"They said I'm fine," my husbands voice quivered. "I wanted you to know where I am in case I die."
I remember vividly the weekends at his house. Sitting on his lap, going to wrestling matches, walking down the street or through a park--these were things I did with Grandpa. I wasn't just a kid to him: I was his granddaughter, and I was special. He was special too.
talked to him everyday, it was the only way I could cope. At least if
It’s been him the whole time. Those years at summer camp, the coffee dates he came on, every birthday present he bought, all of the times he gave a shoulder to cry on, and the time he rescued me. It’s always been him.
Seven years have passed since our first encounter and in those past seven years, we have made many memories and parted ways several times. Whenever we parted ways, we were led back to each other as if there was a spark between us. Ever since you entered my life I felt as if God somehow sent one of his angels down to me. Over the last few months, I feel like my heart has grown stronger because of the love I have for you. This love gets stronger and stronger each and every day.
He lifted his head and I said: “Ah, sleeping and you won’t even go to the couches!”
All of our dates and all of our adventures were fun, but they didn’t add up to the enjoyment I had of just being in his presence. When I saw him, I smiled. When I thought of him, I smiled. When I texted him, I smiled. My mom teased me for always smiling at my phone. Seeing him and being with him, no matter what we did, made my day a billion times better. That was when I knew I was in
“Yeah, she’s probably wondering where the hell I am. How come I haven’t come home yet? She’s probably wondering what’s more important to me, my career or her and the kids. While she waits, I sit here with my duty to a career that will be officially over after this, and even if it’s not, I think now I want it to be.”
“I know you are, but I’m still concerned. I just want my husband back. It’s bad enough we lost him, but I don’t want to lose you.”
“I know neither have I. This is so exciting.” I said back to him. My heart started pumping faster as I thought to myself, “he is the first one to get married out of us five kids.”
“You better not run away while I’m gone,” he said, trying to be all cute and serious. Everything changed so fast.
We got to walk around and visit with him. He had a pretty good sized room. My parents had to sleep in a chair and on a couch the whole time. While we were up there the bathroom that was in the room had flooded the whole entire room we had to move everything to a new room. That was the best part, it made everyone laugh and for the first time in probably about a month my mom smiled and laughed. The day finally had to come to an end and we had to part our ways. There were some tears, a lot of tears. More by my mom than anyone else, and eventually after the goodbyes my aunt came and picked me and Dakota up to head