Ok so not a break-up story, but one of enduring. First year of high school i ran across this handsome fellow that was instructing a JROTC class that i was in, at first i though he was cute.. until he began to explain how he killed and ate a rabbit raw as a part of training.. uck. (It still haunts me).. but i couldn’t get him out of my mind for at least a week, despite all of the warnings of how he’s such a horrible person i decide that i liked him and just knew i would see him again one day. A little over a year later, to my suprize he found me one facebook noticing how similar our friends are and thought i looked familiar. After talking for a little bit we tracked back over a year to where we first saw eachother and talked nearly everyday. I learned that he is originally from my town but is at a military base 900 miles away and only gets a chance to come home ever so often. But after talking for two months we decided to meet once more when he came down to visit his family.. and to my surprise he used to live 2 doors down from me! So that lone stranger speeding down the road every day in an orange mustang was him, the guy i always wished i could ask for a ride? sheesh. We met and automatically acted as if we were dating, and my parents who never approved of anyone i ever dated wanted to meet the man that has held my attention. He walked in and my father smiled and greeted him warmly (which about gave me and my mother a heart attack never seeing him like that). They approved of him and that i was so happy for, but just a couple days later he had to leave.. and between phone calls everyday and 3 day visits every 2 months we are still going strong as its closing in on two years.. i still to this day cry everytime he has to leave. Now he has a coming up 6 month deployment where he won’t be allowed a phone.. but i’m still holding strong and will be waiting here with open arms when he comes home.
Break-Up Phase: (what's this?)