When I was 7 years old, my cousins and I saw each other constantly during the summer. We played by the beach a lot, building sandcastles, eating slushies, and generally being hooligans. My cousin dared me to eat a minnow. I did. I was paranoid for weeks that Iʼd get sick from bacteria and die. And my cousins STILL tell this story. Donʼt take dares, kids!
So, I love this guy who is leaving for Afghanistan in 35 days.
I cry myself to sleep every night wondering “what if he decides he doesn’t love me anymore?”
I know he wanted his last few days here to be fun and stress free, so I don’t tell him.
I never knew I could be so in love yet so alone.