I hate every single mile that is keeping us apart. Our true love is the only thing that keeps me going. I never want to go to bed at night because I know you aren’t going to be laying next to me and I never want to wake up in the morning because I know I won’t wake up to your handsome face. You are all I think about. I don’t like to wear the dresses in my closet that you love on me, because you aren’t there to compliment me. I listen to songs in my car that remind me of you, and I cry. I cry so often Justin. I can’t hide it anymore. I’m getting weak. I try to be so strong for you, but sometimes I break. I’m sorry. You are all I want though. Please come home to me soon.
When I first met you, I was in no position to meet you. I was 23 and home from my first combat deployment. I was young, stupid, rich, and careless. I messaged you that night because, well, let’s be honest. You’re a beautiful girl. I had no intentions of making anything happen other than harmless flirting over the internet. But something clicked instantly with your first reply and before I knew it I was driving to your house at 10PM on a weekday to drive down to Cape Cod.
First impression was that your pictures do you no justice. I couldn’t believe it was possible but you were even more beautiful in real life. You stepped into my car and I was instantly smitten. Once you were in the car it was a matter of minutes before your hand was in mine. I’m not sure if I remember who reached out first, but my gut tells me it was me.
I had no idea where I was driving to, but signs led us straight to Old Silver Beach. We hopped the fence and made our way down to the surf. I had brought a blanket stolen from some hotel that summer. As we sat with you in between my legs, with both of us staring at the sea, you looked back and kissed me. I distinctly remember you kissing me. I was taken aback by the passion in your first kiss. It was as if you had been holding back on that kiss for years, as opposed to mere hours.
Kissing lead to other things. Things that don’t need to be recounted, only remembered. But we can say that it was magical, memorable, passionate, and pure. We shared so much on that beach the first night, it only makes sense we ended up where we are now. It took us some time to find our way to our ultimate goal..but we got there.