Thinking back to our nights of just laying under the stars talking, holding me in your arms whispering in my ear "I love you."
Those simple three words were everything I needed and everything I wanted.
I tried not to think that this was our last night together, for tomorrow you would be leaving for Iraq.
Is it going to be the same? Will you forget me?
I try pushing that away, but it always came back.
You promised as soon as you'd get back we'd settle down, get married and have kids. You wanted four, I wanted five.
Somehow we would've worked it out.
But now we can't.
I still remember that awful day.
I hadn't received a letter from Jason in a while and I was starting to become worried but I figured he was just busy and hadn't gotten a chance.
That day I was out on the front porch reading a book when a car pulled into the driveway.
Brad stepped out with the help of a crutch.
Brad was Jason's best friend in high school and the two joined the army together.
I ran over to him, said hello, and gave him a hug.
When I stepped away, I saw a single tear roll down Brad's face.
That single tear stopped my whole life dead in it's tracks.
Jason was gone and I'd never see him again.
The two were taking a normal drive through Baghdad, like they did everyday, when their convoy was attacked.
Brad did everything he could to save my love but in the end, nothing worked.
He was gone.
I'll never get a chance to marry the love of my life or have his children.
