23,000 Feet Above the Earth
I woke up this morning suffering from a mild case of blue balls. That sucked. I got up at the unholy hour or 6:50 so that I could out process Sheppard AFB and go on my merry way of life, not even stopping to say goodbye to the people where my support structure had been built.
The last things on my checklists were completed by 11. And by 11, Jon, Sarah, and I had Sarah's car packed and we sped off to Dallas. I was squished pretty good in the back seat. But I still didn't think about how much I would miss these kids. Jon got off first, and when we left, he was the saddest I'd ever seen him. Sarah and I rode on the same Trolley back to the Dallas Airport, and she shot off a smile and a goofy wave as her face sped off, leaving me all alone to make it back home on my own.
On my own. A year ago I would not have been able to navigate my way anywhere by myself. I'd be too scared to get myself lost, or miss a flight. And now I depend on myself for everything. I'm at home because there are people, the permanent part of my support structure, that need to be seen. And spending the money on them doesn't mean anything to me, because it's probably the least I could do for them.
I sat around in the airport, nervous, but with Shieanne on the phone. I jumped back into the civilian world, and realized how much different it was now that I see things differently. I notice people looking at me, watching me. I notice people in love, and people that have been flying all day. I saw an officer get off a plane and went to Attention, although he didn't acknowledge me, that's fine.
I see how important my little home is, and how important it is to keep it. These will be the people I have the rest of my life, these other people I meet, just temporary branches that might need pruning every once in a while.
I don't remember exactly what I said to you earlier, but I'm going to keep saying what my heart feels, because I still don't think you believe me. If you say that I'm perfect, in every way, there must be a reason. And my reason is you. No one else thinks of me the way you do, and nor should they. And no one will ever see the things I see in you, because you won't show them. I'm massively attracted to you on so many levels, it's insane. And I love every minute of when we talk, good or bad, because I can ask or talk about anything. You make me the happiest I'll ever be, and I know you feel the same. I just know it. The closer I told you I was, the more excited you got. I know you could feel me getting closer and closer to you.
And now the tomorrow we've been talking about is finally here, and I'll be in reaching distance.
Come spit off bridges with me.
I flew home today.
I see my love tomorrow and saturday.
Sunday is up in the air, but I'm sure I'll find something to do with it.
And then the week begins.
Blah.
The last things on my checklists were completed by 11. And by 11, Jon, Sarah, and I had Sarah's car packed and we sped off to Dallas. I was squished pretty good in the back seat. But I still didn't think about how much I would miss these kids. Jon got off first, and when we left, he was the saddest I'd ever seen him. Sarah and I rode on the same Trolley back to the Dallas Airport, and she shot off a smile and a goofy wave as her face sped off, leaving me all alone to make it back home on my own.
On my own. A year ago I would not have been able to navigate my way anywhere by myself. I'd be too scared to get myself lost, or miss a flight. And now I depend on myself for everything. I'm at home because there are people, the permanent part of my support structure, that need to be seen. And spending the money on them doesn't mean anything to me, because it's probably the least I could do for them.
I sat around in the airport, nervous, but with Shieanne on the phone. I jumped back into the civilian world, and realized how much different it was now that I see things differently. I notice people looking at me, watching me. I notice people in love, and people that have been flying all day. I saw an officer get off a plane and went to Attention, although he didn't acknowledge me, that's fine.
I see how important my little home is, and how important it is to keep it. These will be the people I have the rest of my life, these other people I meet, just temporary branches that might need pruning every once in a while.
I don't remember exactly what I said to you earlier, but I'm going to keep saying what my heart feels, because I still don't think you believe me. If you say that I'm perfect, in every way, there must be a reason. And my reason is you. No one else thinks of me the way you do, and nor should they. And no one will ever see the things I see in you, because you won't show them. I'm massively attracted to you on so many levels, it's insane. And I love every minute of when we talk, good or bad, because I can ask or talk about anything. You make me the happiest I'll ever be, and I know you feel the same. I just know it. The closer I told you I was, the more excited you got. I know you could feel me getting closer and closer to you.
And now the tomorrow we've been talking about is finally here, and I'll be in reaching distance.
Come spit off bridges with me.
I flew home today.
I see my love tomorrow and saturday.
Sunday is up in the air, but I'm sure I'll find something to do with it.
And then the week begins.
Blah.