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Tuesday, October 26, 2010

And Then He Left Her....

The next two months only brought them closer together.

Every moment they could spend together, they did. When they couldn't be together, they thought about each other all the time. Her life became about him and his about her.

Her made her feel special and beautiful. Desired. Loved. And he was the most gorgeous man she'd ever met in real life. Her eye never once strayed to anyone else, except in annoyance that any other man would dare talk to her when she was taken. This was obvious, wasn't it? Even when he wasn't with her. She had that air of a woman in love.

She forgot that there ever was a time when he wasn't in her life. Couldn't believe that she'd ever cared about any other guy because nothing had ever felt like this. She couldn't imagine a time without him there. Couldn't imagine how she would even been able to breathe without him by her side.

Never had she been in love like this. So all-consuming, passionate, and alive.

But, as happens when one is in love with a military man, they were going to be separated.

For five weeks.

He was going to have to go away for training. Somewhere far away and remote. Where she wouldn't be able to see him and would rarely get to talk to him.

As the time approached for him to leave, he began to pack up what he would need. And brought the rest of his things to her place to store, as he was switching barracks while he was gone and would rather that his belongings stay with her than be entrusted to the guys whose job it would be to move them.

They spent one last night together, whispering promises to each other. And then she had to drive him to base in the middle of the night to leave. Their last kiss was one of desperation, trying to convey all their feelings and make up for the lonely weeks ahead.

Without him, her days fell into a predictable pattern. She worked, went to the gym, and then came home to read, watch tv, correct papers, write him letters.

And pray that the phone would ring.

He wrote her, too. Sweet words. Passionate words. Of love and a future. Plans to always be together. Of knowing she was the one. Of how agonizing it was to be apart.

Their first Valentine's Day was spent apart. He sent her deep pink roses.

They talked a few times while he was away, but since they were in different time zones, he was working long hours, and there was always a line for the phone, they talked less than each would like. Or, less than she would like. Maybe he was only making excuses for not calling.

But, then she would pull out his letters to reassure herself. And would open the spare closest where his belongings were stored to breathe in the smell of him, sleep in one of his shirts to feel close to him, to know that he was real and was coming back.

The day came for him to arrive back home.  All day long, she was on edge. Every chance she got, she called home to check her answering machine to see if he had called yet. But, there was no word from him.

As soon as the final bell rang that day and her last student left, she sped home.  Showered, fixed her hair and make-up, put on the new dress she had bought for the occasion, and nervously paced around her house, stopping frequently to scrutinize herself in the mirror.

What if, despite his words, his promises, he had changed his mind?  He had told her in his last letter that he was sure she was the one, the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. She had written back and told him that she felt the same way.

The night wore on. 8 o'clock. 9. 10. Unable to sleep, she watched the clock slowly tick to 3 am.

Defeated, she crawled into bed, trying to tell herself that she didn't care. That maybe he thought it was too late to call. That surely, he'd call tomorrow. She would have called him herself, but since his room was changed, she didn't have his new number yet.

Pathetically, she told herself that he would have to see her at least one more time to get his belongings. Because though she loved him fiercely and thought her felt the same way, she kept thinking that it was so perfect that something was going to happen to ruin it all. That the fairy tale love they had couldn't really last.

She tossed and turned and finally fell asleep.

At 5:00am, her phone rang.

It was him, telling her how much he had missed her and how there had been some sort of delay that he couldn't talk about once they had arrived back on base. That he wanted to call her, but couldn't until right then.

How much he wanted to see her, but knew that she had to be at work in a little while.

She offered to take the day off work. But, he had to go in to work later, anyway. The next day would start a four day weekend for him and he really wanted her to take those days off instead.

She looked at her clock. If she hurried and got ready for work, she could spend an hour with him before she'd have to leave to go to work.

She rushed to get out the door and had to force herself not to speed as she headed toward him, anticipation making her nervous.

It was still dark as she pulled into the parking lot where he was waiting.  He was opening her door before she had the car fully stopped.

They were in each other's arms, both with tears in their eyes.

"Did you mean it?" he whispered in her ear. "Did you mean it when you wrote that you think that I'm the one?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I love you," she swore.

"You're my one.. I hated being away from you. Some day, I want you to be my wife."

She believed him and couldn't imagine that they wouldn't be together forever.....

Yes, I'm writing the story of my past in third-person. Because it was a lifetime ago. If you missed any of it and want to get caught up, click on the "my story" label below for the previous parts.



Blogger Brie said...

*tears* Ugh. Hubby's out in the field right now and man o man this tugs at my heartstrings. (He'll be back in just a couple days! Can't wait!) And can't wait to read the rest of it either!

October 26, 2010 at 7:21 AM  
Blogger Jessica said...

I remember those all consuming dating days of waiting for the working hours to speed by and then hoping the weekend hours would last longer.

The all consuming part has relaxed but I still love every minute I can spend with my #1.

And you got to do it twice, huh?

October 26, 2010 at 7:37 AM  
Blogger Rebecca said...

Keep it going...even I'm starting to fall in love with you a little bit!

October 26, 2010 at 7:39 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Wow! You are very powerful with words. Awesome post

October 26, 2010 at 7:43 AM  
Blogger Oka said...

May be hard to believe, but I know those feelings. Hubby had a longer than bearable distance relationship.

October 26, 2010 at 8:15 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

I love these!

October 26, 2010 at 8:21 AM  
Blogger Aunt Crazy said...

Thank you for sharing this because some days, I really do try and think back, back to those first days, the days when I knew without a shadow of a doubt that HE was MY one and that we'd always be together and it would always be like "that" and now, nearly 19 years later, with kids and work and life, it's been hard and the days when I make myself remember, I can almost feel like "that" again. Although, I don't think I'd want that all the time, sometime, it feels good to remember. The adult, mature marriage we have is good and we've built a good life, not always easy, but we've made it so much further than anyone ever gave us credit for. So, thank you, thank you for sharing so that today, I remember!

October 26, 2010 at 8:33 AM  
Blogger Evonne said...

Being apart can be so hard. I love how this part ends and can't wait to read more.

October 26, 2010 at 8:50 AM  
Blogger Tiffany said...

Wow wow wow. You really capture me with your words. I love your writing and can't wait for the next part.. Please don't leave me hanging too long.

October 26, 2010 at 9:02 AM  
Blogger Kmama said...

More, more more!! This is such a great story, Shell!

By the way, my updated posts aren't coming through for everyone. So, if you aren't getting them, the feed is http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheDailyDribbles and you'll have to update that in your reader and/or blogger dashboard. You can also subscribe via email in a widget on my blog.

October 26, 2010 at 9:03 AM  
Blogger Mimi N said...

Oh, I just want to give you two a big squeeze! The love and passion is so electric between you two! What a great relationship in the making! =)


October 26, 2010 at 9:18 AM  
Blogger Venassa said...

I still love it!

October 26, 2010 at 10:04 AM  
Blogger Natalie said...

So sweet.. You're making me cry into my morning coffee!

October 26, 2010 at 10:19 AM  
Blogger Go Mommy said...

You have not idea how excited I was when I saw you posted more!

October 26, 2010 at 10:29 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Each installment of this gives me chills girl- I love it! You have got to put this in an e-book or something. So amazing, can't wait to read more!

October 26, 2010 at 10:44 AM  
Anonymous Tamara said...

I really need to catch up on the rest - this was incredible to read! Each paragraph kept me wondering what would happen next!

Awesome writing Shell!

October 26, 2010 at 10:58 AM  
Blogger Joey Lynn Resciniti said...

My husband and I were separated for months too a lifetime ago when we were just dating. I think we really got to know each other with that distance and the countless letters we wrote. I saved every one. They are our love story and when we finally got to be physically together I think had already become unbreakable.

I really relate to your story! I'm loving the happy anticipation because I remember that moment when I was once told that my love wanted to marry me.

October 26, 2010 at 10:59 AM  
Blogger The Random Blogette said...

I love this! I just can't imagine being away from my husband for months. The longest we were ever apart was 3 weeks. Luckily I had my kids to keep me busy but it was still so hard!

I just love your writing! I feel like I am there watching every moment!

October 26, 2010 at 11:23 AM  
Blogger Erica@PLRH said...

Beautifully written and so very very true. I married a man in the military and can totally relate. I can honestly say that I'm glad the military days are behind us.

October 26, 2010 at 11:32 AM  
Blogger Living the Scream said...

I loved reading this! I so should be cleaning but I just read this again! I never do that! I love how your write. :)

October 26, 2010 at 11:50 AM  
Blogger Cari said...

Awww, I'm so loving this. I wish my story was this wonderful!

October 26, 2010 at 11:52 AM  
Blogger LBDDiaries said...

You were above me on SITS comments, so I checked you out and WOW am I glad I did. Now I have to go play catch up with the other posts!

October 26, 2010 at 12:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh that was so sweet! I loved it!

Thanks for sharing such a great story with us.

Me likey.

October 26, 2010 at 12:04 PM  
Blogger Bibi @ Bibi's Culinary Journey said...

Aweee, that is so sweet. I can't believe I missed the other one. I need to go and start again.

October 26, 2010 at 12:12 PM  
Blogger Hutch said...

After learning what I did the last time, I'm not sure I'm ready for what comes next. Of course, I HAVE to know, you've got me wrapped up in all of this now :)

October 26, 2010 at 12:42 PM  
Blogger Joann Mannix said...

Your story is so riveting. I read every word breathlessly.

I can't wait to hear the story, even though I know its outcome, you just write it so well. Hurry up and keep it coming!

October 26, 2010 at 1:23 PM  
Blogger Jenny said...

This is getting seriously good girl!!!

October 26, 2010 at 1:36 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

My husband and I date long distance. I always looked forward to picking him at the airport when he came to see me.

I can't wait to read what happens next.

October 26, 2010 at 1:47 PM  
Blogger Natalie said...

Okay, I'm falling in love, too! You need to keep writing this...and then put your entire story together and have it printed. It's a fantastic story, Shell.

October 26, 2010 at 1:49 PM  
Blogger Heidi said...

Well done, girl!

You've got a talent for this! :)

October 26, 2010 at 1:55 PM  
Blogger natalee said...

I am literally crying that was soooo beautiful.... Oh my....more more more

October 26, 2010 at 2:33 PM  
Blogger Kir said...

I love your story...I love reading it and how you're so open about sharing it.

a perfect pair for sure, can't wait to hear the Proposal.....seriously , I can't...so start writing LOL ;)

October 26, 2010 at 2:45 PM  
Blogger One Photo said...

Oh what a beautiful story. Can't wait to hear more.

October 26, 2010 at 2:56 PM  
Blogger Tina L. Hook said...

I find this all very intriguing. Wanna know what happens next.

October 26, 2010 at 3:08 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

I love it I love it I love it

October 26, 2010 at 3:11 PM  
Blogger Kara @ His, Hers and Ours said...

Ahhh! The romance! The suspense! The tugs at the heartstrings! I can't wait for more!!

October 26, 2010 at 3:32 PM  
Blogger mintifresh said...

This is better than "Dear John" but if you marry some guys named Tim/Tom cuz he has cancer, I may beat you...hehehe

October 26, 2010 at 3:46 PM  
Blogger Sharlene T. said...

It's the separations that make the head pay attention to the heart's true love... this is such fun... next post, please...

October 26, 2010 at 4:02 PM  
Blogger Ian said...

Nice work on telling the story, enjoying writing it?

October 26, 2010 at 4:29 PM  
Blogger Momma0f3~1662~ said...

This is like a good book I can't put down...please don't make us wait too long...now I'm addicted and need to read more!

October 26, 2010 at 4:35 PM  
Blogger MommyLovesStilettos said...

This is so beautifully written :)

October 26, 2010 at 4:38 PM  
Blogger Emmy said...

When I read the title I thought, oh no. Sigh.. Still so romantic and wonderful to read, but I am just waiting for what happens next.

October 26, 2010 at 4:49 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

OK when I read he left I was like OH NO HE DIDNT.. ok it was for military training. Don't make us all ready to whoop him for you.. I am loving this story..

October 26, 2010 at 5:17 PM  
Blogger shortmama said...

Such a beautiful love story! I always look forward to it!

October 26, 2010 at 5:55 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ah, love!! I'm so glad you came by my blog, and now I see what you mean (about almost puke-worthy). I am a sucker for true love. My brother is a Marine, and his wife is alone so much of the time. So painful.

October 26, 2010 at 6:29 PM  
Blogger Sorta Southern Single Mom said...

*SIGH* I miss being young and in love... or just in love.period....

October 26, 2010 at 7:06 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Ok now I gotta go find the other one. You are a fantastic writer!

October 26, 2010 at 9:38 PM  
Blogger MommaKiss said...

Will you marry me???

October 26, 2010 at 9:44 PM  
Blogger Danielle said...

Oh I love this part! It's so sweet! Gosh, I hope it ends with "...and they lived happily ever after."

October 26, 2010 at 10:24 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Very well written! I was totally expecting something different!

October 26, 2010 at 10:33 PM  
Blogger Nancy C said...

Beautiful...but I sense problems in the future?

Great writing, as always.

October 26, 2010 at 11:06 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love your stories. I love your writing!!!! Tears in my eyes....

October 26, 2010 at 11:57 PM  
Blogger Cheryl said...

Go on! Go on!

October 27, 2010 at 1:27 AM  
Blogger  said...

Wow, I didn't realize I was reading a true story! I can't wait to read more. I got all caught up in what I thought was fiction. :)

October 27, 2010 at 11:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Shell I'm a hopeless romantic so I'm enjoying reading these posts SO much. Give me more! :-)

October 27, 2010 at 12:45 PM  
Blogger mypixieblog said...

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd goosebumps and tears. Thanks, Shelli. I'm literally sitting on my lunchbreak at work, lookin' like a crazy mess. LOL! But it's all worth it to read these words.

This is beautiful. I'm such a sucker for a happy ending--you give me hope that one day I'll have something like this, too. As the others said: Please keep 'em coming. I can't wait to read more :) *HUGS*

October 27, 2010 at 2:16 PM  
Blogger Rachel said...

Completely and utterly sigh-worthy!

October 28, 2010 at 4:42 PM  
Blogger Just Another Blogger said...

Can't wait til I have a cherished romance to share. Thanks for bearing it all for us....

Stopping by from SITS!!


October 30, 2010 at 9:29 AM  

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