July 25, 2011

Dear Joe,

You were gone for almost six months. We were apart for 169 days. Boot camp was hell. Eight and a half weeks and all I got from you were three letters and four fifteen minute phone calls. Not being able to talk to you for two months… It was torture; I won’t lie to you. But it really did make us so much stronger. Then you graduated and went to tech school. Three and a half more months of separation. The time didn’t exactly fly by, but I was so grateful that I got to talk to you each day that it was a breeze compared to BMT.

It’s odd, though. After six months of being apart, I assumed it would get easier. And I guess it has, in a way. But now that you’re home, I can’t stay away from you. At all. I constantly miss you now. When you’re at your house, ten miles down the road, I miss you. When I’m at work during the day, and you’re outside running, I miss you. I dread saying goodnight, even when you’re sleeping in the bedroom next door, because the second I do, I miss you.

I guess I just feel like every second we’re apart, we’re wasting time that could be spent together. Every time we say goodnight to each other, I always just want one more kiss. I want to share one more smile with you. I want to get wrapped up in your arms one more time.

That’s the thing about you. I could live forever and still never be able to get enough of you. That’s why two years apart from you will feel so long. But it’s also why you’re worth the wait. I love you forever and ever and ever.

Love,
Amanda