The Love of a Travelin' Soldier

I'm back! It seems like I haven't been on here in forever. Things have just been crazy the past month or so. Not sure if it's a bad crazy or a good crazy and I don't know if I'll even know until the outcome.

As you know, my blog is full of my thoughts on things that randomly cross my mind from time to time. Yeah there are updates but it's mainly about things that seem to creep into my mind that is easier for me to share with the world rather than in my mind only. Things I write in here makes me laugh sometimes because I can be such a private person but when it comes to blogging, there isn't a lot I won't write about.

So here it is. I started thinking of sacrafices. When is it ok to make a sacrafice? It is worth it? Will it benefit me? How will I deal with it? I have made plenty like most everyone else. There is one in particular that ALWAYS comes to my mind. It may not seem like a big one to anyone else but as I get older and think back to it I'm reminded of how big it was for me. I've been wanting to blog about this for about a month after an email I got from this individual but just got lazy.
When I was 15 and a sophomore in high school I met a guy who was 18 and a senior. I knew he had liked me all year but I didn't see anything with him so after a split thought or two I would put it in the back of my mind. Tt wasn't until Feb into the second semester that I started to notice this guy. He was strong, athletic and sweet. Things started off slow because I knew he was going into the military and would leave soon so I wanted to have fun. I was completely blown away with how much I didn't know about this guy that was so interesting and made him who he was. I had now turned 16 and that July he left for basic training but before he left we talked about calling it quits or staying together. I was the hesitant one until he said something to me that made me think. "Why look for things that are wrong afraid of fear when there is nothing wrong to begin with." It was true. Instead of taking things day by day until it didn't work I was looking so far ahead convincing myself it wasn't something we could get through. He was gone for 7 months. Not only was he gone but he was in a different country. I was in Germany and he was at Fort Jackson, SC for Basic and AIT. It was during those 7 months when I realized how much I truly cared for him. It was so hard especially going to school and being the age I was but it was such an adult thing to do I felt like. I started my junior year. I waited in the middle of the night for his calls. I would listen to Travelin' Soldier by the Dixie Chicks on repeat. I Checked the mail everyday and re read his letters until I knew them word for word. The next time I saw him was on our one year anniversary. I cared and loved him even more than I did the day he left. So different than how I assumed they would be. We continued to date, I turned 17 and was pumped for my senior year. After getting into the military and the fact that I was growing up made us realize we were at different stages in our lives. We broke up in May. We remained extremely close and even talk to this day. The whole point of this post is not only to put yet another experience that people don't know about me out there but to share an important part of my life that I believe in a way molded who I am. Someone that gives their all in something that could benefit them. Rather it be a benefit for the rest of my life or for that tiny part in my life at that time. No matter anyone else's opinion, it was a sacrafice for me no matter my age. But even at 23, nothing has changed.