Afghanistan is coming.
And all I can do is look forward to the moments that it will grant.
The freedom that it will give me.
I’ll be able to cut all my financial ties.
I’ll be able to get my father back.
I will make my Afghanistan tour into a bridge.
From this, I will build the foundation I desire…to start the rest of my life when I make it back home.
I’ve still got 8 months, but those 8 months are going to fly by…
You know those group events I love?
Yeah, it’s been too long.
I’m thinking some type of picnic.
Your half-assed jar of words is thrown at me again.
Some web of lies.
Some weak-hearted fool is giving you confidence.
Do you think I believe you?
A taste of blood is waiting at the end of this.
You’re waiting for my approval. You crave it.
But I want nothing to do with you.
I can’t be hypnotized by your gilded phrases.
I know your well-strung lines and routines.
You remember me, only because I didn’t react the way you wanted me to.
To your routine.
Well. You can’t plan out reactions.
But you need more beautiful minds, like me.
Sometimes I can’t bring myself to share you with the rest of the world. You’re mine.
I just love the hell out of you.
Had I fell in love with you before I signed, well,
I may have never signed in the first place.
But it is good that I did. It definitely pushed me in the right direction.
I am determined to build this future that I see with you.
This bright future…
God I love you, and it’s amazing.
Putting up the Christmas tree!
Ice skating! (Just kidding, I suck at that.)
Snow? ! That would be nice.
Figuring out how to buy presents for everyone with my almost empty bank account! The best part!
And then you realize how out of shape you are.
It’s ridiculous how skinny my body is. I am not even sure why.
How easily I can gain muscle. How easily I lose it.
I was in my best shape during training. Definitely.
I had an amazing ass. Gotta work on that again.
I just got done doing planks, and that shit killed me. Damn.
I’ve got work to do!
And wrap it around my waist.
Don’t read me that number or my bust size today.
Every single time I ask, it coils into a braid.
Until it wraps around my neck and takes my life away.
To have your significant other’s parents love you. :D