I get that it’s easier for you to just leave me with no explanation. That way you don’t have to deal with the confrontation and my tears. I get that. I get that it’s easier for you to not confirm my suspicions of there being another girl, even though I know for a fact that it’s true. I saw it with my own eyes. I get that not answering my texts is easier for you. In all honesty it’s better for me too. I get that taking me out of your life completely is easier for you even though you’re used to me always being there. I get all this. But do you really think this is really the manly thing to do? You’re just proving my unspoken suspicions that you would turn out exactly like you told me you wouldn’t.
U.S. Marine Comes Home from Afghanistan, Surprises Girlfriend at Movie Theater on Valentine’s Day
I want what my grandparents had. They’ve been together since they were 15, got married and had kids not very long after that. Things were tough. They fought. And I’m sure there were weeks where they hardly saw each other because they were both working so much. But I know they loved each other. They had five wonderful kids, one being my handful of a father. By the time I came around, my grandmother was already sick. By the time I was old enough to remember, my grandmother was in a wheelchair and my grandfather was taking care of her. They communicated by yelling at each other so the other would listen and there were probably more fights than they could count. But I know they love each other. For the past five years my grandfather has been leaving the house at nine in the morning and coming back home at eight at night. Rain or shine. Even in the snow. Nothing ever stops him. He’s been going to see her in a home. No one really knows if she knows it or not, but I know she does. My grandmother is in a coma. He makes sure the nurses take care of her properly and if they don’t he does it himself and then makes them very aware of their mistakes. This is why I know they love each other. I don’t know anyone else with a love strong enough to hold up to what they’ve been through. I don’t know any other man that would truly do what my grandfather does. Every single day he drives an hour and sits by her side for many more hours. He takes care of her. He brushes her hair he wipes her face. He LOVES her when many people wouldn’t think twice of him giving up. I want this. I want someone to love me no matter what happens. I want something imperfect and yet perfect at the same time.