Maybe week two is easier. That is if I could quit thinking about him. I'm not going to sugar coat this for anyone who ends up reading this. IT SUCKS. I think about him so much. Heck I saw a truck like his today. I stared at the driver for the longest time hoping it was him. I don't even know what is wrong with me. If this doesn't go as planned I'm going to sound like a nut job. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. I'm starting to second guess my self. He didn't want me before why would he want me now? I don't know. Missing him sucks. But, what if writing this doesn't make him see. Then I'm back to just missing him from a distance. I guess it's true. The military really proves if you love someone or not. Maybe I'll figure out if I need to keep writing or just give up. Maybe next week will be easier. We all can hope I guess. X
