Part Two.

I wish I would have started a blog like this the second I found out he was joining the Marine Corps, but I will just have to keep writing parts of our story till I am caught up to where we are now. Trust me, it'll get rough. Our relationship hasn't been a walk in the park...

So part two, I left off with me finding an inner strength shortly before he left. I felt empowered. He included me. This wasn't only his journey, but mine as well. We spent almost every single day together before he left. I held on to him everywhere. As if, it would stop him from leaving. It gave me a sense of peace. Knowing that right now, he was still there with me, and nobody could take him away.

Then the dreadful day came. All I remember from that morning I woke up was wishing time would stop, just stop completely. I needed the second hand to stop moving, the minute hand, the hour hand. I wanted it all to stop. I wanted to lay in bed with him all day. It seemed like everything just went faster. I found myself trying to memorize everything about him, his scent, his voice, his touch. It was too much. I knew I would have to say goodbye. I knew that for three months, I would be virtually in a relationship with myself.

So the time came, it was hesitant. It was unreal. We held each other. I wanted so bad to be strong for him. I couldn't stop the tears. I needed him to stay. He kissed me, and told me not to worry and that he would write me as soon as he could. I felt like we couldn't stop saying I love you. Would we forget how this love felt? Would this be easy for us? It was a true test of our realtionship. I couldn't bring myself to say goodbye. He knew this, we talked about it before. It was a "See you later".

And it felt like once I blinked, he was gone. Just like that, driving away- eager to start this new journey, preparing to become a United States Marine.