I don't like that we communicating; I feel like you're avoiding talking to me. At this point, I'm not going to throw in the towel. We have made it this far and have traveled in two foreign countries for two weeks together and I'll be damned if I give up now. I am going to pick you up at the airport in a few months and then we can go back to dating like we did before you left.
Relationships aren't easy and I feel like I'm learning a lot more about myself than I ever have. If we can make it through this deployment, we can make it through anything. I believe in our love and I'm so proud of you.

You know what the best part of this deployment is?  Not shaving my legs.


Also, the best part about celebrating my birthday without you is eating ice cream for breakfast, sipping wine in the evening and watching a chick flick that you'd never, ever watch with me.  It almost makes me want to celebrate birthdays alone.  Almost.  Next year, you can wine and dine me all you want ;)

Your kind, gentle patience is just one more reason I can't get enough of you. As I've said before, inch by inch, this is a really tough battle for me. I'm not patient. I never sleep the night before trips because I'm too excited. I pack just to repack and I make countdowns for exciting events. I was never meant for this kind of a relationship. But the thing that I hold on to is the sight of you at the airport coming home, because no matter what happens, I will be standing there with tears in my eyes and arms wide open to welcome you home.

I am ridiculously, utterly, madly in love with you. You are just right enough and just weird enough for me.