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I want someone who will:
- get sushi with me.
- let me pick the music in the car.
- go on random road trips with me.
- stay in all night and watch old tv shows.
- cuddle with me.
- hold my hand when i get scared.
- make things better when i have a terrible day.
- be patient with me.
I need someone who will:
- accept me for who i am.
- love me unconditionally.
- push me to achieve my goals.
- always make me be the best version of myself.
- never quit on me.
- protect my heart.
I think that all I want is someone I can be myself with. I believe that this person is out there somewhere. So whoever you are, I am waiting patiently and I can’t wait to love you.
I want you to hold me at the end of the night, because you want to.
I want you to kiss me as soon as I walk in the door, because you’ve been waiting to kiss me all day.
I want you to love with me all your heart, because you’d settle for nothing less.
I just want you to be you, because that’s all you know how to do.
“Oh wow, you look like your dog died.” Wow Rachel, thank you for that compliment. I sat down across from her at the table. It was weird to see her outside of school. We had never ‘hung out’ before. But I would really call this hanging out. I was here because of two reasons. One; Bri had made me just to see if it would help me feel better. And two; Rachel could tell me things about when her boyfriend was missing. As much as I hated being out of the apartment it was nice to be around so many people. Granted there were about ten people in the coffee shop.
“Okay, so tell me what happened. Bri said you needed to talk and I was quite surprised.” She has a smirk on her face, like she knew we’d become friends. Little did she know I wasn’t here for her. I was here for Michael. I couldn’t just sit back and wonder if he was alright.
I explained everything that happened over the past few hours. Every little detail, I fought back tears and tried to remain strong. The look on her face was understanding and caring but I could tell that she had no hope for my Michael. I took out the note Michaels mother had written me and gave it to her. She read over it twice and then looked at Bri. She folded the piece of paper and put it back in my purse. She folded her hands and laid them in her lap.
“Here’s the thing Amanda, if Michaels unit is missing it’s probably on purpose. I know it doesn’t make sense to you but when Ryan came home he explained it to me.” She smiled when she said his name, it felt like she was rubbing it in that the boy she loved was safe and mine wasn’t. I continued to listen intently as she explained in detail about units going missing.
“You see when they get overseas they get a briefing about their mission. They have targets and such and that’s what they do.” She talked with her hands. You know where someone is either really passionate about what they’re talking about or their nervous. “Michaels unit is probably in hiding, or they’re out on a mission and the mail truck can’t get there. That’s why his parents can’t talk to him.”
Of course this made sense but why did his mother send me that letter? I knew the letter word for word. I didn’t even have to open it to remember the lines that stuck out to me most…
“He told me if anything happened to him to send you this package and a list of things he wanted you to do It is attached to the back of my letter…”
If anything happened to him. If anything happened to him. She said they hadn’t heard from his unit but it had only been two weeks. So why did she send the package. It killed me to think about him not be alive anymore. His heart not beating, the crooked smile he had when he knew he was right. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I let all my tears fall and I felt Bri put her arms around me and Rachel’s hand on mine. I knew that these two girls would be my best friends in my time of need, someone I was okay with that. I just needed someone.
“Uhm, excuse me ma’am.” A young man stood behind Bri. He was dressed in khaki shorts and a grey tshirt, his face hand no emotion. I could tell that my crying made him uncomfortable. “I couldn’t help but notice that you’re upset and I hate to see such a pretty lady like yourself cry.” He bent down on his knee and his face was within inches of mine. He took a Kleenex out of his pocket and wiped away the tears on my face. He could have overheard the whole conversation.
“My name is Jake and I’m in the military. I overheard you ladies talking about missions to Iraq. I think I can help with your confusion.” He pulled up a chair and sat his coffee down on the table and took out his iPhone. He showed us pictures of his unit in Iraq and all the things that they had done. It was nice to see that he had came home unharmed, or at least that’s how it seemed.
“You see units go missing weeks at a time. But that doesn’t mean that your boyfriends injured.” When he said this he looked straight into my eyes. This was the first real male interaction since I saw my brother a week ago. I didn’t correct him when he called Michael my boyfriend. It would have been rude to interrupt the moment, so I let it go. I could tell he was trying to make me feel better.
And it was working.