13 Days till You Leave

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My marine, you are always cracking me up. Like when you joke about being carted away by the police or that you are going to set yourself on fire. I am going to miss hearing your humor everyday. I'm going to miss the little things you send me.

I love how you look at me like I'm the most precious thing even when I'm being a dork. I love when you tell me that I should stop reading but then tell me to read out loud to you. You better get back so we can actually finish our book. I know you are dying to know how it ends.

I love how you sit your phone in the passenger seat and then tell me that's my seat when you come get me. I love when you talk about our supposed future together. I love that you recognize it's only been a month and a few weeks since we first met but feel like you want me forever. I love that you love me despite my hatred of sweatpants and the feeling of water. I know you don't get it but I love that you care enough to not judge me.

I love when you call me even if it's just for a few seconds. I love that you put your family first then your job. I love that you say I'm your family and try to make me a priority. I sometimes love when you tease me about how horror movies scare the crap out of me. I love that you let me call you when I attempt to watch them and end up getting scared out of my mind due to them. I can't wait for when you come back home and insist on watching them with me despite the fact that I will end up burying my head into your neck.

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