The Marine's Angel~

Chapter 25

"A woman remembers her first love. A man remembers his last love."

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*There is a difference between true love and first love. And you're my true love. That's one thing I'll never forget. And don't you forget it too!*

Damon said those words to me. I remember them everyday. Just to remind me it's true. Just to get through my day, knowing that I'm not the only one suffering..I figured he would suffer more because he ended it when he didn't want to. That broke my heart. I didn't want him to feel guilty. I wanted him to be free of any guilt. I understood now. I understand how it was necessary for him to break up with me. For both of our sake. I would survive without him. Fûck being a helpless, broken hearted woman.

Be heart broken. Just not helpless. That not only makes you sink low in yours and others eyes, but makes you more vulnerable to people who eat up women like that. They manipulate them.
Nope. Never happening.

Now where was I? Oh yes. I was slowly starting to get my life back. Things were okay-ish. I caught up in college work in a week, I got a job at the cafe' which me and Missy hung out at. And, I didn't cry every night.

Just probably every other night.

Missy was happy too. She and Christopher were going steady. About fûcking thyme. Get it? Haha.
Ahem..so. She and Chris were gone away on vacation for a week.

It was good, till I found out the truth...

*One Day Ago*

"So, how is the Florida sun treating you?" I asked Missy over the phone while sucking the sour off a strawberry Sour Punch.

"It's just been two fûcking days and I'm fried, dude. It sucks being white in Miami." I could hear her frown over the phone.

I chuckled. "That's why sunscreen was invented. You two having fun otherwise?"

I heard her giggle.
What?

"We're having a blast!! Chris planned some outdoors dinner at this beach restaurant and then we're gonna hit a beach party afterwards. Tell me about you. You going to write to him?"

She was referring to my insane idea of writing to Damon. I just thought it'd be nice. And I missed him. Plus I don't know if I'll actually send it.

"I haven't started yet. I will tonight. Anyway, I won't keep you long, you go and have fun while I binge watch Scream." I chewed on the candy.

"What a sad life, Baker. Bye!"

"Yeah, yeah. Laterz." I mumbled and ended the call.

Looking at my laptop I debated whether to watch Scream or write to Damon.

Damon won. No contest.

Signing on gmail, I did what I did great.

I wrote with my emo feelings:

•Hello Mr. K.

I hope you remember this young lady or else it would be real awkward. Hehehe.

How are ya baby? How's the academy? Have you adapted to it? Yes yes. A lot of questions. But I still got more. :)