Jesse...
My good friend Jesse just left my house. He's flying to Iraq tomorrow morning, and for some reason, i couldn't help but cry. I know he will come back, but it still shocks me that this perminant part of my household (he's been here for the past week, everyday) is gone. I won't see him for seven months and its freaking me out. Aaron was here with us, him and Jesse have become really close. and he just held me while i cried. Brandi and Jesse have a bit of a fling... well a lot of a fling. and the three of us just sat on my pourch in silence.what is there to say? I can't believe he's gone. I feel like vomiting. Knowing that Jesse is going to a place that in a million years i can't see him in. Knowing that he's going to be thinking about everything he just left behind. I'm going to miss him so much, and yes I understand that he signed up for this, and i understand its a part of his job, but damn it, i DON'T WANT HIM TO GO. I offered to break his leg for him, but he knows that won't fix anything. I know that won't fix anything. This sucks. This feeling of not knowing if he's going to come back....!! STOP AMANDA! HE'S COMING BACK! fuck! I'm freaking out for nothing. He's coming home. He's coming home. He's coming home. 7 months, he'll be back. He's coming home.
Amanda
Amanda