Oh Connell

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Last night I talked with my friend Connell, the Navy Seal. I hadn't heard from him in a while, the last I heard from him he was being sent to help with tsunami relief. (He's stationed on the USS Abraham Lincoln). This was his last assignment aparently, before he's de-Sealed. Not because of anything dishonorable, but because his time is over (thank goodness). We talked for hours. It's so good to talk with him. He knows me really well, I don't put up a front for him, (Alot of the time I do, but no one calls me out on it, at least not to my face, you're encouraged to) and when I do, he calls me out. I call him out. Sometimes I'm afraid I'm going to end up marrying him. I know it shouldn't scare me, well, ok, it should, but for different reasons. Maybe I'm afraid because he's not someone new in my life, I would be tied to Monticello. Maybe it's because he's a Seal, maybe it's our history. I do love him, maybe not as a husband, definately as a friend, but there's something I can't quite put my finger on. Sometimes I'm afraid that he lies. That he lies about some of his activities, but then, maybe he doesn't. I don't know if I could deal with that. But he'll be in town Monday, Valentine's Day. You'll all get to meet him. I'm sure you'll like him. Hopefully.

"I ... I know how I feel when I'm around you.
I ... I don't know how I feel when I'm around you
... Around you."
~System of a Down
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