The day finally came when we had to say goodbye.
You told me not to say it ...say later or something else.
You told me six months isn't that long, with emails it would fly.
I told you later...with tears choking me.
We had only been together about four months then.
But we loved each other right?
Everything would be fine, we would be together when this tour was at an end.
You told me everything i wanted to hear.
Only two months had gone by, but still no letter, call or email.
I thought you loved me, why didn't you show me?
Maybe it was something wrong, you had another female?
I had to find out whats was going on, I couldn't just let it be.
I went to your headquarters got the address and wrote you.
I didn't mean to do it but had to let you know.
I hated to let you go, but what else could I do?
You didn't care about me, you wanted to make sure I loved you.
That is a crazy way to go to war, having someone love you.
The what if's and what happens were on your mind.
If you just wanted someone to care for you, you should have told me, I should've knew.
But instead I waited for you to come home.
I came to the ceremony just to check your being.
You looked fine all in all, you were tan looking good.
You could have told me before you left you were thinking about fleeing.
When you came home you got what you wanted, I had cared and loved you.
You told me, you need your space, I said I do too.
We did care for each other just not in that way.
But still to this day I love you.
We were good together and we are friends.
As long as we loved or thought so anyway, you came home safe with someone caring for you.
Don't worry about me, hell I knew when I didn't hear word.
I wish you the best, next time take with you something new.
Try loving someone not just them loving you.
It was an experience. Thank you for letting me share it....I will always care for you and ill be here waiting when you get home again. Be safe and hold your head high.
