MêLiSS∂ Wojo

Well, to start out I never saw myself loving a man who was in the military, but I love my husband regardless. My penmanship has improved this past year due to excessive letter writing while Eric was in boot camp. I cry a lot because I miss the man I swore to love. My life just Isn't complete without him. I manage to wear a smile when in the inside I am crying. I understand that the man I love has to go far away. I understand that he can be taken away from me in a moments notice. I feel a great sense of pride and sometimes gets teary eyed whenever I hear the National Anthem, see a flag blowing in the breeze, or watch the news and hear about another death, worrying that it might be him. I go weeks without a call or letter but I write him every chance I get. I know how to convert civilian time into military time. I know how to iron his clothes and get the creases just right. I get annoyed when I hear someone complaining about not seeing their boyfriend in a few hours or day. I may not have see him for months but I remember everything about him, every scar he has, the way he smells... I stare at his pictures hours on end. Even though my man is a half a world away, I still manages to go on with my life, as he would want me to.