A love story.

I believe I promised you guys a love story. This is the actual story of how I met my husband. I was a cocktail waitress at a local casino. He was in the Marine Corp. living in California. He came home one weekend and came into the casino. I would have normally never hit on a customer but this time it was like I could not help myself. One of my good friends once said

"you know that feeling that you get when you are almost pulled to do or say something, that is fate."

In my head ,the next scene played out like a movie.

I said "can I get you something to drink?"
and then he said "sure, Dr.Pepper."

We ended up exchanging numbers and not calling each other for months. I had a low day and something (fate) forced me to call. I dialed his number and let it ring once before nervously hanging up. I then instead chose to text him and asked if this was him. He called me back immediately. I was so nervous. We talked for hours that night. I barely remember the conversation but I do remember the feeling. I had never had somebody listen to me that well. I finally agreed to go on a date with him the next time he was said to come home.

That picture right there was after one of our first dates.  We spent everyday that month next to each other. He told me he was leaving for japan sometime that same year. I knew in my heart if I let him go it would be a mistake. We made a decision that shocked everyone!

We got married!

That very same night, he left.

He was gone for a year and 3 months. This part of my story hurts the most. I remember dropping him off at the airport many times but I remember this time very vividly. I smiled the whole way there. We were listening to 3 doors down. Little did I know I would be here without him. We hugged, we kissed and then he went inside. I drove away and the minute he was out of sight I cried. I mean cried! I could barely see the road. I got lost on the highway. I drove in tears all the way to my best friends house. I woke her up out of bed and cried with her. I remember the pain inside of me. Months went by and pictures were all I had left of him. There was one month he could not even call me all together for one month. It was the worst month of my life. I was bitter, lonely, sad, and all I wanted was him.

 

That month that he was gone I made sure I sent him one last package before he got on the boat. I sent him many of my own personal diary entries. I let him read my private thoughts. I put everything in that diary some of which I did not want him to see. It was the truth. My inner most private thoughts of what I had been going through. How lonely I was, how bitter I had become, the resentment. I wanted him to know I was doing nothing but waiting for him. I told you it was like a movie.I had to drive to California to see him for the first time. It was actually his birthday. I drove 22 hours straight after working a 10 hour shift. I did not stop for anything but coffee and gas.

Now that is love.

Here we are almost 4 years later. We are still married. He is not off in random countries anymore, but right here next to me. I am thankful for him almost every day whether he knows it or not. This was kind of a simple version of the story, but I really do not know you guys well enough to tell you everything. I have to leave some of the events and details up to your imagination. I know there are girls and guys out there that know the feeling I expressed. The life of a military wife or husband is hard. I love you hunny bear!!

Well, I really hope you enjoyed my story. It was nice for me to write it down again. Hopefully I made one person feel touched or compelled to tell someone how they feel. I will be back tomorrow same time!

Kelly Rose