Worry no more my darling. That’s all i can tell myself. May 2017 my best friend comes home. No questions about it. He’s got a lot of regrets and hurt going on in his mind and chest. But, I’m doing my best to ease it. I can’t help but wonder if this is all truly meant to be. I mean he was considering another 5 yrs and once i find ou,t not even 3 weeks later, he is told he’ll be medically discharged the end of this contract. I’m happy because he’ll finally be home. However i know it’s hard for him not having the option to go back to all he’s known the last 3 1/2 yrs. I’m scared this is all too good to be true, but i wanna believe in him so badly. Just gotta follow my soul.
So today i got a text from him. We were having a casual conversation which was rather odd for us lately, given the circumstances. Then he asked. Apparently his white buffalo didn’t really know what she wanted. (How could you not want him though?) So maybe i will make the trip to Arizona. I’m a little hesitant because i want him to know I’m not just going to be the back up plan. However, he’s coming home in october for a week and he says he wants to surprise me, but i dunno if that’ll actually happen. I do know that i can once again smile because of him. He even said he’s been thinking about those to weeks. I told him about the flash backs and the cold chills i get from the memories. I’ve missed his touch so badly, but i know now that things truly do fall in place for the better one you give it time. the last week has shown me that countless times. I just need to let my should guide me.
Wake up stupid! He’s super into you. When a guy says he misses your talks and playing with your hair, you obviously mean something to him. He wants you.
Have you ever felt so lost you couldn’t find words to express it? All you knew was that your heart was thumping more so than beating. Well if you have you probably know it’s the worst feeling ever and it drives you crazy. Especially when the reason you feel lost is because you feel like a giant piece is missing from you.
Three days ago my best friend flew back to arizona after being ho Before he came home he’d only been back state side a couple months. While he was gone i finished school, moved out, started my life with my now ex boyfriend, & had manage to continue to talk to him everyday.
Well who knew that within two days of him being home I’d lose every bit of myself in time spent with him. The guy I’d moved in with originally ended up just over the bar of whiney, disrespectful, man-child & it just so happened my best friend was my way out. Within two days I’d decided i was moving back home, and that i would be devoted to making myself happy.
Over a course of 12 days i managed to be the happiest I’d been since freshman year when i first met what is now my family. That was 3 years ago. Now here it is and my best friend still has at least two years before he comes back home. That didn’t seem to be an issue or even a thought until now.
During those 12 days i grew closer to my best friend than i ever thought would happen. We rode dirt roads and talked for hours, went camping, drank, went to the lake, went rafting…. we were literally on a constant adventure. That wasn’t even the best part.
With every destination we went to, every venture we made, and around everyone we knew or didn’t know i was treated like i was his. He constantly told me how he enjoyed just looking at me due to the fact that i always caught him looking. The kisses were anywhere from compassionate to burning lust, & i couldn’t help but crave every drop of it. Every time his lips met mine i couldn’t help but taste the animal inside him. Knowing he could easily hurt me without even trying was so very intimidating, yet i knew he wouldn’t and that’s what pulled me in. His hands were rough and busted, but i couldn’t have felt anymore at home. His touch was the most comforting thing I’d felt in a long time. But his scares… each one had a different story. Each one from a different fight or from a different accident working. Each one meant something and each had played a role in changing him.
However, to me he hasn’t changed. He’s still the best friend i had in high school. He’s just got a dark past and every day is a challenge to cope and i see that. I see a man of sheer strength and heartache that slowly copes through time, & to me that makes him beautiful.
The last day i had with him was a lot harder than i thought. I’d told him on day two of him being home I’d cry when he left. Well, i broke before he even made it out my mother’s driveway on our last day together. Now here i am technically four days latter, 1:38 in the morning, wide awake, & trying to figure out how to pass by two yrs. Trying decide how to occupy all of my free time at least until he visits again.
The only thing making this harder than it ever was is knowing the feelings he has for me, and knowing he wants to wait until he’s home for good to let it become anything . Knowing that makes me all the more eager, & all the more restless.
From the day he left to now time feels like a tiny slug moving through the desert. I’d give anything to fill this emptiness inside of me. But, truth be told, only he can bring back the piece of me he took when he left.
December 2016 couldn’t come fast enough darling.