Part 2- Fireworks

Where did I leave off? Oh the hotel..okay wonderful night, but busy day the next day. We went to sooo many places. It was fun. Alas, our busy day ended and we finally headed home. The long drive home...it was awkward at first. We didn't exactly know how to approach the previous night's activities. I broke the silence first...mostly because I hate awkward silence, and we could not sit in awkward silence for the entire ride home. Oh no..that would be a very long awkward ride! So, I broke the silence...very smoothly I might add (yes, this is sarcasm lol). I very nervously asked him if he had enjoyed his time with me. He smiled and said yes. He also explained that he was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say himself. So I kept the conversation going. He told me how he had always liked me. He just could never tell if I reciprocated those feelings. Now in all actuality, at this point I had a minor crush on him. Don't get me wrong he was very attractive. Down right adorable. It was just something about him that screamed "NO!" to me. I pushed this aside and told him we could date. We talked to each other every night until he left, and we video chatted when he got back to his base. Everything was going so perfect...so well.

Fast Forward.

May: We had been dating for about a month and half. It was a couple of days after my birthday. He tells me that instead of sending him home in August, they're thinking about deploying him in February. It broke my heart. And right then, when I started to cry, I realized just how much he meant to me. This guy that I had known for a little more than 2 years. This guy that I had just started dating in March. I realized he meant the world to me, and the thought of losing him during a deployment scared the holy hell out of me. I loved him and didn't even realize it until the possibility of him actually being in danger was upon us. I told him I didn't want him to go, but I understood it was part of his job. I also told him that if something happened to him I didn't know what I would do because I loved him. -Now this part was nerve wrecking. I didn't know what to expect as his reaction.- He was ecstatic! He said he loved me too and that he had been working up the courage to tell me. Yeah, I was kinda on cloud 13 billion gazillion asdfgfhkkl; lol. From there our relationship flourished. We had the giddy love period, but our relationship also matured. He wanted me to come visit him for Christmas. We started dreaming of a future together. The usual relationship things, but this was different for me. It felt real. Like, everything we were planning was going to happen. I actually wanted it to happen. I was in love with him and no one could change that. He was the only one I wanted. He asked me to marry him. I spent some time really thinking it through- Were we ready for this? Were we moving too fast? Was I ready for it?- I weighed it all out and I told him yes. I loved him and I would do anything for him. So the plan was to get married within two years. He was happy. I was happy. Things were wonderful. We were oh so in love planning our future together. He couldn't wait to see me. I couldn't wait to see him. (By this point I had plans to go see him for Christmas.) I was the happiest I had ever been. Nothing could bring me down. I had found the love of my life.
Fast Forward/
August.

This is where this part ends. I will continue Guy F's story in another post.

Until next time..

Signed,

Love