D is for deployment. Even though I physically said goodbye to you more than a month ago, this day was still looming over my head like a bad dream. I went though four phone cards to find one that still had some unused time on it. And when I found one that still had 2 minutes on it, the feeling of relief that washed over me was unreal. It had been only a few days since I had been able to tell you that I loved you, and even longer than that since I had been able to hear your voice. Those 2 minutes seemed like a godsend. And yet, when the voice let me know that I "only have one minute of call time remaining" I wondered who could be so cruel as to give a phone call between two people in love who are separated by an ocean a time limit to say their goodbyes.
I'll admit it. I needed a drink in order to fall asleep last night. I really don't like the taste of alcohol. I avoid it in a way most people don't understand. But last night, it tasted like medicine, and I drank it down so that I could stop crying and go to sleep. I had to get up for my 8am entomology test in the morning.
Today, there was a choir singing out by the water feature. And I thought of you and how you used to sing in high school. You had the sexiest voice. I still think about how unfortunate it is that you were unable to sing here in college because of scheduling issues. I wonder if there is a place you can sing on base somewhere, and if you would do it if you could. I miss hearing you sing.
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