Anyway.
Six months ago today, I was standing outside my car shivering in the dark. I knew I should be on my way home because it was totally late on a Wednesday which is totally a work night. Okay, maybe it was 9:00.
But I wasn't leaving yet.
I was scared and nauseous and worried that what I was about to do would be one of the stupidest things I'd ever done. If I went through with this stupid plan, I was inevitably going to hurt myself.
But whatever. I'm a risk-taker. I'm young. I'll recover.
So I did it. And I was so nervous that I thought I'd be funny and GAWD it was awkward. Especially when I had to repeat myself because I hadn't been clear:
"So, are you gonna be my girlfriend yet, or what?"
And he laughed. Thank God. Then he said he would.
That was it. I knew I was done for. Because this boy was leaving in less than two months for basic training. And I would be heartbroken when he left and lonely while he was gone. And life was going to suck balls.
Then, a few weeks later he told me: He was staying. And he called his recruiter and told her the deal was off.
And now here we are six months later.
Sometimes we hate each other. Sometimes he drives me crazy and stresses me out. Sometimes I wish he would stop singing (if you can call it singing) my name into songs. Sometimes he deserves (and receives) a smack to the face.
But he still makes me laugh. He still makes me feel better when stuff totally sucks. He's still one of the best friends I've ever had.
And I still love that idiot who stayed home from the Army for me. As stupid as it is.
Love,
Katie
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