Chapter 3.
I miss you. This isn't the military but I'll say one thing though. I'm committed to being your soldier forever. You're like my country, I'm living in you. You're the capital of the country I live in. Don't deport me, don't give me a leave as your soldier. Give me an "always" in any form you can. Thanks for being strong while seeing things, wishing things, wanting things, liking things, hating things, and trying hard to not take it out on me even though sometimes you do. I appreciate it. I appreciate you. Now appreciate yourself, that's what I want for however many anniversaries left that you give me. You're a one woman army, but you still have a soldier named Luis lurking in the shadows waiting to serve, or protect. You're geared up, I see it in your beautiful eyes. You throw grenades, but I wanna be the explosion. You reload, but I wanna be the clip. You shoot, but I wanna be the bullet. You aim down, but I wanna be your iron sight. You hide in your ghillie suit, let me be your suit.
Sorry that I'm not wired correctly, or I'm not good at taking hints sometimes, but I'll always be willing to battle the battles that you can't.
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