The Struggles and Confessions of a Military Girlfriend.

Day 8

Monday May 14th, 2018
7:32 am.
Fuck. I was late. I was running on less than two hours of sleep and because of that i was now running late to work. Keeping it together, I got dressed and headed out. With nothing in my stomach. I left. Getting to work I just grabbed water and tried to focus on getting the job done.
4:02 pm
Work was boring, simple and quick. I only wanted to go back to sleep but then I got the text or well technically I saw the text. We were going to dinner with the love of my life. His father was picking me up and we were off to San Clemente. The drive there was quick but started off awkward. You see his father was kind of intimidating and my anxiety was already through the roof. But towards the end it was ok. Getting there was relieving. Seeing him made me relax. Made my anxiety disappear into the Air.
       After dinner we were worried. He had watch and at the moment still couldn't get anyone to cover for him. As we got there though he had convinced someone to. Thank God for that man. Bless his heart because mine was breaking at the little amount of time I would get with him. Going to his mother's house my happiness had returned. I would get a few more hours with him. That was a few more hours of just the two of us and bonding. That was just the two of us making up for all the time we were about to lose. Bless his mother for being so cool because she knew exactly what the two of us were going to do in her house and yet she was still cool about it. Taking one more shower with him had been the most precious thing in my world at that moment. Laying with him one more time was permanently marking it in my head. This had been time stamped and paused in my brain. It was the last few moments I would have with him before he had to go. Those last few moments were everything I could have ever asked for.