26 June 2008

Spare me a moment...

I'm essentially trapped. Caught in a world where love conquers all.

It is truly a love/hate relationship with the idea and practice of love.

I can't live without it, and for that reason, I despise it.

My grandparents keep telling me I'm simply lovesick.
Grandpa tells me he has, and always will be, lovesick for my grandma.
Grandma tells me it will subside the moment I find who I am longing for.

...so to put it simply, I'm essentially screwed.
Damned if I do, damned if I don't.

Either I find who I am lovesick for, and they "cure" it...
Or I find them, and feel lovesick for them forever.

And my attraction for army guys really needs to stop.
That's just a lifetime of worry, sadness and loneliness.

Dave is at ranger school. And I'm what feels like a million miles away.
The night before he left we had a really long phone conversation that lasted hours.
It didn't consist of much content, just a lot of laughs.
And then the moment came.
The moment when I realized I didn't want him to go.
I didn't want him to leave for three months and not be able to talk to me.
I was completely shocked that I started to cry.
This was not planned, not part of how I was supposed to react.
I did not expect to feel that sense of longing.

He asked me what was wrong.
And something compelled me to tell him everything.
Every heartache, every time I dealt with missing him.
I even let him read my blog.
Which I wouldn't have normally done.
But there was simply no other way for him to understand how I feel about him.

I didn't want the conversation to end.
He told me he would call the next day before he reported.

When he called, I couldn't help but feel paralyzed.
I couldn't beg him to not go.
I could barely speak.

The phone conversation ended, and I collapsed.
I realized it felt the same way as the day my dad left.
Complete abandonment.

But there was one difference.
Dave promised me he will return. With us in mind.

That's all I can ask.

18 June 2008

Is it really worth it?

My grandpa told me today that my eyes tell such a sad story.

I never really thought about how the emotion is so easily displayed on my face.
I always tried to hide the pain, hoping no one would ask me about it.

Today, someone asked.
And surprisingly, I was ok with it.

We talked for a couple hours about life, and love.
He knows about heartache.
He had to leave my grandma for the army many times.
But he always came back.

He told me about the hard times, the moments when he didn't think he would see her again.
And his heart wouldn't let him give up. Because she is the love of his life.

He didn't want to disappoint her.
66 years later they are still together.

That is the type of guy I want to fall in love with.
Someone who wants to spend countless years with me. And will never give up on our love.


But until then...

I'll just focus on fun.

Sun, sand, and a smile.
And a great adventure.