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You're Alive

"Do you really have to go?" Mitch sobbed clinging onto Scott's shirt. He refused to let Scott go and fight. He hated it, and he had never truly realized the reality of it until Scott got a buzz cut and received his dog tags. The acceptance letter from the United States army really made it all crash down on Mitch. He had thought that Scott was only kidding around with him, playing another prank on him.

Scott was about to board the plane to the military base, where he would then be sent to whatever place the officers decided Scott qualified for.

"Yes, Mitch, I do. There are people dying out there. I have to help," Scott said. "I can't just do nothing."

Mitch felt his heart shatter. He wasn't ready to be separated from his soul mate, his other half. "Scott, you promised me you wouldn't leave me," Mitch said desperately. Scott felt extremely guilty. He loved Mitch with all of his heart, and leaving Mitch affected them both greatly. Scott was tempted to stay back with his loved one.

"I have to go. I promise you I'll be back, okay Mitch?" Scott said. He held Mitch's face in his hands, and pulled him in for a compassionate kiss. Mitch tried to put as much love and feeling into the kiss, and so did Scott. The kiss ended as quickly as it started and Scott started to walk away.

"Good bye, Scott," Mitch sobbed as Scott walked away, not once turning back. 

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Scott opened his leather bound journal and grabbed his only wooden pencil from his army chest under his cot. He opened it to a fresh page and thought for a few moments, before beginning to write another paragraph about his lover. Each night, to keep himself sane, he wrote what he would be saying to Mitch if he was still with him.

I stare at the stars every night, and their brightness is severely dull compared to the shine in your beautiful brown eyes. I love and miss you,

He wrote this and closed his journal, tucking it away slowly. He was enlisted for 2 years, and only 1 year had passed. For some strange unknown reason, they weren't allowed to contact anyone outside of the base.

As each day passed, the hope Scott had faltered, What if Mitch had forgotten about him? What if Mitch thought he was dead? What if he had moved on? Scott rubbed his face with his rough hands. He needed to stop doubting Mitch. Mitch would wait for him. He was sure of it.

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It has been one year and two months since my departure from you, and I grow weaker on the inside but stronger on the outside. You know how I always neglected going to the gym? Well I'm so much better built now, which is a plus for me. I love and miss you.

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I nearly got shot today, and everything, every moment we shared together flashed before my eyes. I wish that I could have given you more, treated you like the angel that you are. I will return to you, my love.

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It's been a year and a half, and my love for you only grows stronger. It feels like we just might win this battle against these treacherous terrorists, and maybe, just maybe, I can come back to you earlier than expected.

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I have so many scars. One on my torso, another on my back, another on the back of my leg. I know I'm not as severely wounded as others, but these scars make me uglier. Will you still love me when I return to you?

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One of my closest friends got kidnapped and is being held hostage. Mitch, I'm scared. I regret enlisting myself in here. I miss you, I miss when my life was normal. I miss when I wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night to the sounds of gun shots and bombs. I miss being able to go to sleep and my only worry for the next day was what to wear, not whether I would make it through the nect 24 hours.