Ouch.
My heart is hurting. And no, not because goddamn Michael Jackson died. Sorry, I loved Billie Jean and Thriller too, but let's face it the man turned into a creep and pedophile, and his funeral should have been held 15 years ago.
No, my heart hurts because the boy I fell in love with at 16 is now a man who is currently about to board a plane headed to Afghanistan. He's not a boy anymore, not even close. He's the most amazing man I could have ever imagined and I thank my lucky stars everyday that he loves me too.
It may seem strange to hear how proud of this U.S. Navy sailor I am, considering I'm such a dirty hippie liberal most of the time. But really, it's not strange at all. He's going to Afghanistan, where our focus should have always been anyway, and he's going with a PRT unit, which means he's there to help rebuild, not to destroy. I just read that the current project of his FOB (forward operating base) is to create a school to educate women as midwives. I can hardly disagree with that.
Jeffery continually opens my eyes and shows me the good in this world even where I can't believe it exists. As much as I'm going to miss him, and my heart will ache for him every single second of these next nine months, I am in awe of the fact that he'll be missing me too, and his heart will ache like mine. He loves me too. And it's that fact alone that makes me sure I can handle this.
So no matter how sad and lonely I am for awhile, please know that I am so proud as well, and really, since I know that this is something he feels he has to do, I wouldn't have it any other way. That's what love is all about-- supporting each other, and being there no matter how hard things get.
True love conquers all.
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