Andy is finally going to Iraq. I knew this day would come, but I'd hoped it wouldn't. Time has a way of speeding up when you want it to stand still, and slowing down when all you need is for it to go fast. I can't keep myself from crying. Everything that I see and do and hear reminds me of him and then I get to thinking about how long it will be until I see him again. I knew this would hurt, but I didn't know that it would be this bad. He is not even out of the country yet and I already miss him so much. All I can do is be supportive and keep telling myself that he will be home. We will have our wedding and we will spend the rest of our lives together. If I had nothing except for Andy, I would be happy. He is all I need. Everthing I experience, I want to experience with him.
I realized just now how grateful I am that God brought us together. I keep asking him to bring Andy home to me. I hope he hears. Andrew is a part of me. He is my other half. Without him, I don't know what I would do. My life would be empty and cold. He needs to come home. I have not been able to look into his eyes as much as I'd like. Or kiss his lips as often as I should. I haven't been able to touch his skin or feel his breath or hear his heartbeat often enough. God, please bring him home to me. I promise I will be a better person. I swear that I will work hard to be all that you wish of me. God, I would do anything for you if you allow him to return to me. I want to spend the next eighty years, or more, in his company.
I love him so very much.
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