The day he left I thought, i would never stop crying.
I had to get used to not seeing him, not talking to him.
I missed him as soon as he got on that bus. As days went by I would lay in bed waiting for phone calls from him. Reading his letters over and over again trying not to cry, from missing him so much. I wake up from nightmares, because I'm always worried. All the while I remember the day he told me about leaving and I remember that's the day i fell in love with my marine