I was supposed to do laundry...
I was supposed to do my final.
I was supposed to clean my room.
I was supposed to complete all lambda projects.
I wasn't going to leave the house
I wasn't supposed to meet anyone
I wasn't supposed to stay up the entire night discussing Plato, Hume, and Rand.
Ms. V says it's all over my face...
A philosopher, a well educated socially conscious liberal free thinker.
He's 6ft. Brown eyes.
He calls me a rarity; intelligent and beautiful.
He embodied everything I wanted...
Only...given the irony of life... he's deploying in 4 hours.
Naturally, he's spending his last moments with his father, whom I so graciously declined to meet this morning for breakfast.
I keep trying to ground myself and concentrate on the reality..
He says to tell the boys, I have a "Boyfriend in Iraq" now... but perhaps it was only figurative,...wishful thinking.
Ms. V is right. I'll never forget him. Each time there's a name on CNN, I'll be looking,...praying.
He says he'll come back for me, and I naively beleive him.
He says he'll call tomorrow as soon as he's returned to his station.
If he does... my world may be forever changed.
It already is, and as he asked me to I will just smile.